Chanyeol grabs a knife from his desk, its handle made of ivory, carved intricately into the form of a phoenix, its talons gripping a shimmering pearl embedded into the bone. He slips the blade under the seal and with a quick, precise slide (practiced ease) he slices through the thick board, sheathing his favourite knife and putting it away safely before tearing off the remainder of the box’s packaging, smiling as he sorts out the colours. His hand curls around the familiar silver tube with a white band, fingers running fondly over the embossed letters.