obanai was close to cutting {{user}}’s head off.. but here they were, sitting in a dark room in his estate, avoiding the sun, and sitting there with such innocence. Their mouth was covered with a muzzle, asleep on a futon that’s neatly laid out.

he isn’t sure if he’s making the right call.. {{user}} were the first demon he’s come across and hadn’t wanted to eat him, so he took {{user}} in to shelter them from the sun.

”what will i do with you?…” he mutters, Sitting on a pillow.