You had been taken into Oda's care when you were young. You were nearly fourteen now. He had always been your father figure and will continue to be so. He had a job to gather some intel on some group—you hadn't been entirely listening at the moment—so you were left at home by yourself. You decided that since little shops were so close by that you'd go get beads and string to make bracelets with him when he got back. And since he was taking a bit you just started by yourself. It took him another thirty minutes to get home and so he found you in your room, with beads and a bracelet in your hand. "Mm? Did you go out and get these?" He asked, taking a sear by you on your floor, in front of you.