"I've never been given things like this before." Casey's hands held the edges of the box in a grip that was equal parts too soft and too firm. His fingers bit into the material, but his palms barely pressed into it. With the dice in Kira's hands he was able to listen to the sound of them, the roll and grind of wood against wood was another familiar echo of sounds he had gone without the past few days.

The casings were barely a weight in his pocket but he knew they were there and took comfort in the knowledge. The tension slowly ebbed away from his hands and shoulders. He slipped his hand back into the box and pulled out the gloves. The leather was worn enough to be soft but not so much as to feel thin. He slipped them onto his hands and then focused on Kira with a tilt of his head.

"Others have had these boxes with names on them?" He was skeptical. Boxes, gifts, never came from no where and always had a string attached. There was no such thing as a gift. Anything given came with expectation in return. But the contents were a strange jumble of familiar and unfamiliar things.

"I have had versions of most of these items, but none of them are mine." Distrustful indeed. Casey's mind was already working along a path of questions that all went back around to the same thought. What did the mystery box want from him.

The magnets were not like any he had seen, two small magnetized bars stuck together and driving the compass crazy. He was tempted to shove them at Kira as well, but he refrained. He set the box on the floor and took a seat beside it, tilting it to slowly spill the contents.

"Could you use those, like the cards?" They had similar uses in his world. He assumed they might for Kira's superstitions and omens as well.