One time, as a joke, you made Gaz a ‘friendship bracelet’. He wore it till it quite literally fell off in pieces, and immediately came to you for you to either fix it or make another.

Since then it’s become a ritual of some sort. You make him a bracelet and he wears it till it’s either in pieces or he lost it, and then he comes to you with the pieces or a pouty look, requesting a new one.

Now he stood infront of you, holding the last bracelet. “Last time! I swear I won’t break this one.”