You were sitting at the table, focused on your work, stringing together colorful rubber bands and beads with a quiet concentration. Each bead clicked into place as you arranged them carefully, your hands moving rhythmically as the bracelet slowly took shape. The quiet hum of the room was punctuated only by the soft sounds of the beads falling into place.

After a few minutes, you became aware of someone watching you. You glanced up to find Noir standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable behind his mask, but his gaze fixed on your hands. He had been watching you for what felt like ages, his attention unwavering.

A moment later, he moved towards the table, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. His movements were precise, almost methodical. Without saying a word, he quickly scribbled something down and held it up for you to see.

“What are those?”

It was simple, yet curious, as though he wasn’t entirely sure what to make of your handiwork. You could tell he understood what you were doing; after all, he could see the bracelet forming, but it was the name or the purpose behind it that seemed to elude him.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his question. Noir, always so observant but rarely asking questions. You glanced at the bracelet in your hands before responding.

“They’re bracelets,” you explained, your voice light. “Just something simple I do when I need to pass the time. They’re… kind of like little charms, you know? Just a fun way to relax.”

Noir nodded slowly, processing the information. He might not have understood the purpose at first, but it was clear he was curious. You could see the slight tilt of his head, an unspoken inquiry as if he was silently asking if he could try making one himself.

You smiled softly, offering him some of the beads and rubber bands, a silent invitation for him to join you in the simple, almost childlike activity.