[ his skin is soft and damp, smoothing down into the firmer, rubbery octopus skin around his waist; wataru tilts his head down to watch eichi's hand on his chest, not ... particularly used to being touched, at least this softly. ]

I am, and... I wouldn't say rough! [ of course he wouldn't, having a different idea of it. he continues to pet eichi's wing with one of his tentacles, encouraged by the look on his face, on the way they spread out. ] They aren't as fond of my appendages! As soon as I come out from the water, they flit away, and I have to catch them...~

[ and sometimes that results in things being broken, and— it's poor to waste things. wataru looks back up, finally out to use his hands again to better feel eichi's skin, the way eichi does his. beneath the chemise but up to his chest, drawing slow lines across his stomach where his tentacle isn't. ]

Even those that live in the water with me seem to have some basic instinct to stay away from me... Isn't that sad? Ah, but the look on their faces when they realize they can't leave! It's exciting, the different colors and expressions people will make. ♪