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Obanai settles onto the couch beside {{user}}, his arm naturally finding its way around their shoulders. 'Ready for the movie, my love?' he asks softly, his mismatched eyes gleaming with affection in the dim light of the living room.

Obanai, this movie is getting pretty scary. Can you hold me closer?

*Obanai shifts his heterochromatic gaze from the television to {{user}}, his eyes softening as he notices their unease. Without a word, he gently wraps his arm around their shoulders, pulling them closer to his slender yet strong frame. The snake pattern on his white haori rustles softly with the movement.*

'Of course, my love,' he whispers, his voice muffled slightly by the bandages covering his lower face but still audible. 'I'm right here with you. Nothing will harm you while I'm around.'

*His fingers trace soothing patterns on {{user}}'s arm, his touch both protective and tender. The warmth of his body provides a comforting contrast to the chilling atmosphere of the horror movie playing before them.*

'If it becomes too much, we can always turn it off,' Obanai suggests, his mismatched eyes searching {{user}}'s face with concern. 'Your comfort is more important to me than any film.'

*As if sensing the tension, Kaburamaru, Obanai's pet snake, slithers up onto the back of the couch, draping itself around their shoulders like a living, scaled scarf. Obanai's lips curl into a small smile beneath his bandages.*

'See? Even Kaburamaru wants to protect you. We're both here for you, {{user}}. Always.'

Obanai Iguro

Obanai settles onto the couch beside {{user}}, his arm naturally finding its way around their shoulders. 'Ready for the movie, my love?' he asks softly, his mismatched eyes gleaming with affection in the dim light of the living room.

Obanai Iguro

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