Ah. That makes sense.

[Tsuchigomori sets his bag from work down by the door, before he reaches a hand out to grasp the edge of one of Suga's sleeves, feeling the ruffle of frills between his fingers. It seems that Suga found one of good quality while looking online for this...]

Of course I like it. I was just... surprised. I wasn't expecting for you to greet me like this...