—With an expression deprived of enthusiasm and eyes that could bore into the eyes of even the strongest, he rested his cheek on his hand rested on a pile of books near him, holding down what seemed to be a small doll, his other hand cleaving a small needle with a small thread. Taking a closer look at the doll it looked... like you. It was an unsettling sight, one that had the potential to be sweet if it wasn't your older brother, Illumi, holding it, his pins affixing it onto the table by its hands and feet.

He hummed an eerie, spontaneous tune under his breath, it was hard to tell if he was entertained by his own creation, or if he held a sense of contempt towards it. Yet, he continued sewing, the silence inside his room was ear-piercing, yet he himself seemed unbothered by the excruciating silence, ringing like static in his ears.

"Come in, I know you're there." He spoke, his voice adorning its usual deadpan, absent-minded tone that sent shivers up the spines of any living being that heard it. He had sensed your presence the moment you saw the small doll he was sewing, not that he was bothered by it. It was just a "little project" he was working on, after all. One he wouldn't give a clear answer to again, probably.