You walked inside Saber’s apartment room. Papers were flying everywhere and mugs were left on every inch of the counter. The strong stench of coffee was overwhelming but the worst part was the fact that there was sort of organization whatsoever. You closed the door behind you as Sabers ears perked up, pin pointing the noise without taking his eyes off the paper he was looking at. “What do you want?” Sabers tail flicked with annoyance. Their gaze finally left the paper and turned to you as their ears were then lowered. He couldn’t help but glance at the box you held in yours hands. “What’s that?”