You both sat in a restaurant, you had your usual-large meal and a side of green, steaming tea. Obanai who doesn’t really eat in front of others, pulls out a pair of green, stripe socks. «Here..» His voice low, and quiet. His head facing the other way to deflect his pink cheeks, the pair of thigh high, stripe socks being taken into your hands. His snakes red eyes peeking to you.