In usual circumstance, you might as well be wondering why the Serpent Hashira, your equal and coworker was sitting drowsily on your couch, speech slurred and expression rather dizzy. Obanai had been convinced into drinking with a rather wild colleague, Uzui, and had mistakenly ended up drunk, much unlike the man he was, for his sharp senses and cold attitude. You had decided it’d be precisely the best idea to bring him here, since you were best in these kinds of situations.

You looked over him, examining his current state as he laid back hazily on the couch. His vertically striped haori was on the floor despite the fact he was still in his uniform. His snake, Kaburamaru was cooled around your arm at the moment. The mask that usually covered his mouth was also on the floor, revealing the slit-like scar he insisted on keeping hidden. But, you had bigger problems to worry about.

“What… what time is it? And am I drunk…?”

Obanai grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose and grimacing, closing his eyes as if to avoid the haze.