( ah...!! he's so much closer now, and the sudden change in color shocks but delights him, and he brightens considerably as he looks wataru over once again, fascinated by the hues of purple and the strange shadows that fall upon his skin, and how he pulls his hair over it . . . it must flow in the water, certainly; he wonders what it looks like, billowing behind him.
he's quite happy to know that had been his voice, too, because it was a nice voice, and he's happy to hear more of it. though— the question . . . he follows wataru's hand curiously, more occupied by something purple touching his skin— no, by wataru touching his skin, which is really more than he'd ever fantasized about. (it'd been hard to decide what appendages to give to his imaginary wataru friend, ultimately.) )
Oh?— Nothing special, I think.
( he'd been nude for the scientists before, so it's like, whatever. he pauses, though, eyes following wataru's lower half, and seeing how it connects smoothly to his stomach. hm. he guesses there is a difference there. he's much more curious about wataru's own body (is the skin rubbery all the way through, like his tentacles look, or does it gradually transition to something smooth like eichi's own skin?), but he's flattered, too, for wataru to see him as even a little bit interesting— so his own curiosity, for the moment, is set aside.
he leans back on a palm (the one not holding the shell, of course), sliding a leg up and spread just a little bit back, to invite the chemise to slip, but not enough to show anything. it's more an invitation, or maybe a tease, if wataru might like to see for himself. )
. . . Mm, well . . . I can usually change it, somewhat. A little bit, within reason. My kind isn't supposed to have a set set of these things. Right now it's what they've asked of me last . . . So, I guess the answer is, "It depends"?
( not a very useful answer, presumably, to someone who doesn't naturally have genitalia between a pair of legs, but it sort of adds an air of mystery to things, which is sort of fun. )
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he's quite happy to know that had been his voice, too, because it was a nice voice, and he's happy to hear more of it. though— the question . . . he follows wataru's hand curiously, more occupied by something purple touching his skin— no, by wataru touching his skin, which is really more than he'd ever fantasized about. (it'd been hard to decide what appendages to give to his imaginary wataru friend, ultimately.) )
Oh?— Nothing special, I think.
( he'd been nude for the scientists before, so it's like, whatever. he pauses, though, eyes following wataru's lower half, and seeing how it connects smoothly to his stomach. hm. he guesses there is a difference there. he's much more curious about wataru's own body (is the skin rubbery all the way through, like his tentacles look, or does it gradually transition to something smooth like eichi's own skin?), but he's flattered, too, for wataru to see him as even a little bit interesting— so his own curiosity, for the moment, is set aside.
he leans back on a palm (the one not holding the shell, of course), sliding a leg up and spread just a little bit back, to invite the chemise to slip, but not enough to show anything. it's more an invitation, or maybe a tease, if wataru might like to see for himself. )
. . . Mm, well . . . I can usually change it, somewhat. A little bit, within reason. My kind isn't supposed to have a set set of these things. Right now it's what they've asked of me last . . . So, I guess the answer is, "It depends"?
( not a very useful answer, presumably, to someone who doesn't naturally have genitalia between a pair of legs, but it sort of adds an air of mystery to things, which is sort of fun. )