[ quite a lot, actually, as it evident; though... there's a beat where he purses his lips slightly and leans closer, his nose brushing eichi's and his voice falling to a conspiratory whisper: ] Should I not be?
[ the tentacle pulls away from his cheek to catch his finger, wrapping around it gently; it tightens and loosens, almost like pumping without really doing any moving. the question seems genuine, wataru's hands returning to his hips as if that's safer for them to be. even the tentacle stroking eichi's wing pauses, sliding to rest between them as if to hold him up. ]
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[ quite a lot, actually, as it evident; though... there's a beat where he purses his lips slightly and leans closer, his nose brushing eichi's and his voice falling to a conspiratory whisper: ] Should I not be?
[ the tentacle pulls away from his cheek to catch his finger, wrapping around it gently; it tightens and loosens, almost like pumping without really doing any moving. the question seems genuine, wataru's hands returning to his hips as if that's safer for them to be. even the tentacle stroking eichi's wing pauses, sliding to rest between them as if to hold him up. ]