Fushimi laid the wires out carefully to count them. He organized them carefully by length and colors, with ideas floating in his head. He could think of a few possible uses for them, he would just need to be very careful. He begins packing them away before a small movement reflected on his glasses caught his eye.

He turns around slowly, muscles locked in tension because if it was a creature he would need to stay absolutely still and hope it didn't come close enough to actually contact his body before he could get away from it.

To his immense relief, it was just a girl. He gives a short wave before turning back to his organization. She clearly knew how to be quiet and that was the only part he cared about.