[ more solid answers incline him to being a little more cooperative, or at least a little less destructive, and as soon as his cave is finished (plain but with hooks in it, with a chest of string and baubles for wataru to play with) he sets to decorating it. the gifts he has for eichi, all he's collected and then some, get placed delicately around the cave, moved every so often despite the level of content he is with their position. this sort of thing, nitpicky and finicky, that's different than usual.
it's what he's doing when eichi gets deposited in again, the sound of wing beats breaking his concentration—did they leave him another guest? no, he wants—
ah, that voice.
he slides beneath the water and reappears out of the cave, glancing wildly around. eichi, eichi, he heard him, he... he hesitates, not seeing him immediately. not at the place he'd found him before, or on the shore, and he turns his attention to the strange, tall things they'd put in here not too long ago. the white of eichi's being sticks out like a sore thumb, and he smiles wide, trailing to the edge of the shore. onto the sand, but the water still washes over his tentacles in small, short waves—a happy medium, out here. ]
Eichi! [ he's so .... high up there, like a bird out to stay away, and ... wataru's tentacles curl beneath him, his palms flat on the sand. ah ... well, it's understandable, given ... he recognizes that much, the distance is due to his actions, in his own thoughts and in the not-so-kindly-way the interns had put, but he draws his hair over his shoulder and keeps smiling anyway. ] Eichi, Eichi...♪ Come down! How are we supposed to talk like this?
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it's what he's doing when eichi gets deposited in again, the sound of wing beats breaking his concentration—did they leave him another guest? no, he wants—
ah, that voice.
he slides beneath the water and reappears out of the cave, glancing wildly around. eichi, eichi, he heard him, he... he hesitates, not seeing him immediately. not at the place he'd found him before, or on the shore, and he turns his attention to the strange, tall things they'd put in here not too long ago. the white of eichi's being sticks out like a sore thumb, and he smiles wide, trailing to the edge of the shore. onto the sand, but the water still washes over his tentacles in small, short waves—a happy medium, out here. ]
Eichi! [ he's so .... high up there, like a bird out to stay away, and ... wataru's tentacles curl beneath him, his palms flat on the sand. ah ... well, it's understandable, given ... he recognizes that much, the distance is due to his actions, in his own thoughts and in the not-so-kindly-way the interns had put, but he draws his hair over his shoulder and keeps smiling anyway. ] Eichi, Eichi...♪ Come down! How are we supposed to talk like this?