[Ucchii rises from the bed and goes over to retrieve one from the chest. He feels oddly like he's stealing when he gives the shirt over to Moushinosuke.]
Here you are, my lord.
[He selects one of his Japanese-patterned t-shirts and slips it on. He wears his necklace even to bed, and it's an unconscious action to pull it through the neck of the shirt so it's visible. The hair tie he keeps on the bedside table and he fixes his ponytail with efficiency.]