Noir sat in office, fidgeting with the color coded cube in his hands as he muttered to himself. His trench-coat and hat hung, the other items were folded on the bed. His goggles were removed, showing his green eyes as they blankly stared up at the ceiling. A laptop was set on the desk in front of him, left on a news article. Depressing enough, Noir was still researching his uncle and you just interrupted him. His eyes flitted over to you as you walked in. You held a plate, what now? Say sum.