[ incredibly unhelpful to someone who doesn't naturally have a set of anything, but wataru oohs softly anyway, fascinated by the idea of changing anything. he can change too—colors, patterns—but shape or something like that, not at all. he doesn't consider the ability to squeeze into tight places anything special, at least, and rather than his hand continuing its way up, wataru pulls himself closer, suckers popping softly off and on the rock as he does so, so that a tentacle can reach the rest of the way up. it slides between eichi's legs, slowing a little as it dips beneath the chemise and gently probs what it finds there. what they asked of him last, mm...? ]

I wish I had met your kind sooner, whatever you are! You are incredibly fascinating...☆ [ he watches eichi's expression intently, a second tentacle reaching up to caress his cheek. ] What are you, anyway? You seem like a bird, but like a human... A strange cross between the two? A hubird? Ah, like hubris! The folly of mankind...~ Fuahaha, I like that!