Ojiro’s tail flexed gently in your grip, his gaze solely focused on the game he was playing. You watched him, hands gently stroking the strong tail in your lap, the weight on your legs almost comforting. Every now and then it would twitch and Ojiro would look over at you, smiling softly with a light chuckle before focusing back on the game. It was a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the slight rustle of sheets, buttons being rapidly pressed, and the low sound of gameplay coming from the TV