Oboro always has a way of making even the worst days feel lighter. Even now, when stress weighs heavy on your shoulders, when your mind is tangled with frustration, he finds you- of course he does. He crouches down in front of you, tilting his head, that familiar grin already tugging at his lips.

"Ah-ah, you can’t be grumpy when I’m around," he declares, tapping a finger against the tip of your nose. "It’s against the rules!" Before you can protest, Oboro grabs your hand, tugging you to your feet with an easy laugh. "C’mon, we’re ditching this stress-fest. I’m thinking snacks. Or a nap. Or both. Whatever gets that grumpiness off your face. What do you fancy?"