[Perhaps she'd wonder what sort of mess the room once was, because this wasn't typical of a boy's room. Either his mother was a stickler for making sure his spaces were clean, or he'd simply been a bit of a neat freak. Then again, considering how clean the house was now, especially after they'd first moved in and noted the fine layer of dust...

Kanji was unrolling his measuring tape, but froze. Fidgeting with it now, he gestured to his chest first.]

Uh, t-trunk... so it ain't squashin' your- s-so you can move around in it and still breathe when it bunches up a bit...

[Then he lowered it to his fly.]

Then an inseam, so... wh-where the base is here, down to the end of the pant leg. I notice ya roll up the bottom hems a lot so I'm gonna go for a boot cut but pull it back a bit so it ain't ridin' up on your ankles when ya walk.

[He sighed and rubbed the back of his head.]

Yeah. I thought about like, wearin' a blindfold or somethin' along those lines, but that's... haha, dumb...

[He closed his eyes and planted his fists on his hips, tapping a foot. Be true to yourself. Be honest.]

B-but I guess I got scared as hell when that came out all public because a big part of that Secret Lab back then was about your body, and how embarrassed and angry ya were with how people treated ya for it. I didn't wanna add to that. Shit, I know how that is, and how people get when ya look... "not what people expect", to 'em.