[ angel, huh... wataru mouths it quietly, getting used to the shape of the word, as the tentacle beneath eichi's chemise moves upwards, popping out the collar of it with a happy wiggle before rests against eichi's other cheek. ]

I am not a "demon," nor an "angel," nor "human," nor "beast"...♪ I am your very own Wataru. ♪ [ he laughs, letting his hands rest in his lap. ...his "lap". ] That's what they call me. Is there a kind to call if I'm the only one I know of? ☆

[ but even as he speaks, his tentacles curling on eichi's face, he thinks it over. if he extends this "kind," this definition, then it would be things that live in the water... right? there had been a few in his tank, but none had exactly lasted, and he supposes he overheard those boring people talking about this and that... ]

Mermaid? [ he tilts his head, like he isn't completely sure of it himself. ] An "octopus"?

[ ...wataru shrugs, smile returning much brighter— ]

To answer the first question though, Eichi! Yes, this is playing...♪ This is how I've played with the others that have visited me, too, but none of them have been as interesting as you. [ a third tentacle raises up— he has eight of these, he intends to use all of them— to touch one of eichi's wings curiously, petting the feathers. ] You have wings, but you refuse to fly away from me...♪ You're not scared! I love it, I love it.