( ah ... eichi vividly sees an image of tentacles shooting out from the water and constructing around him to snap him back underneath, and he's suddenly quite grateful for his careless complacence in letting wataru touch him as he pleases.
physically eichi is thin, and a little bit bony. strangely, though, his skin has some give as though he isn't fully solid, and impressions left on it linger for some long moments before the depressions are evened out; same with scratches. his chest is softer, though, even if it gives in the same way. )
That's terribly cruel of you, though I suppose you don't know it.
( he says this with vague amusement, since its technically not his problem. he's already made peace with his fate, more or less. though, ah...
his wings gradually droop, evidently growing too relaxed to support their weight, and fan out along the rocks. he seems a little bit embarrassed by how much he likes it, which is why he doesn't say anything, but the way he shifts his weight so he's leaning a little more against where he has his hand to wataru, since drifted up to feel the shape of his shoulders and neck, and the way his halos seem to slow their turn, seem to indicate it's having some effect on him. )
... Though, I suppose that's the privilege of the exceptional. I don't get guests at all anymore... So, I simply thought that it'd be a waste to...
( his thoughts are caught somewhere between wataru's tentacle and his wing, which really ought to feel weirder than it does, but.
carefully setting aside the shell, he reaches to run his finger along the tentacle curled around a cheek, curiously feeling the suckers. this should definitely feel odd, but the texture is a little nice, he supposes ... )
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physically eichi is thin, and a little bit bony. strangely, though, his skin has some give as though he isn't fully solid, and impressions left on it linger for some long moments before the depressions are evened out; same with scratches. his chest is softer, though, even if it gives in the same way. )
That's terribly cruel of you, though I suppose you don't know it.
( he says this with vague amusement, since its technically not his problem. he's already made peace with his fate, more or less. though, ah...
his wings gradually droop, evidently growing too relaxed to support their weight, and fan out along the rocks. he seems a little bit embarrassed by how much he likes it, which is why he doesn't say anything, but the way he shifts his weight so he's leaning a little more against where he has his hand to wataru, since drifted up to feel the shape of his shoulders and neck, and the way his halos seem to slow their turn, seem to indicate it's having some effect on him. )
... Though, I suppose that's the privilege of the exceptional. I don't get guests at all anymore... So, I simply thought that it'd be a waste to...
( his thoughts are caught somewhere between wataru's tentacle and his wing, which really ought to feel weirder than it does, but.
carefully setting aside the shell, he reaches to run his finger along the tentacle curled around a cheek, curiously feeling the suckers. this should definitely feel odd, but the texture is a little nice, he supposes ... )
... Are you enjoying yourself?