( he's quiet for some moments, minding the careful articulation of wataru's expression, his clumsy manner in land. the question hangs there below him, and he weighs not the question itself but whether he is satisfied.
well, he decides, he shouldn't spurn him too much. if he begins to feel sour, there's not much coming back from that, and— he is being disengenuous, somewhat, with how he felt. he has been upset and scared, but the rest he's chosen to withhold.
finally his wings flare again, like he's about to flit off again, and he pushes off ... to descend, this time, with such a gentle glide it seems almost like he's floating, weightless. (his chemise does flutter some, but this time he seems to be wearing white underwear this time.) he betrays the impression once he lands though, faltering a little— it's been a long time since he'd had the freedom to fly or land, and his sense of balance is still vague.
he looks to wataru, standing, unsure or whether to move closer or to let wataru close the distance, like he had last time. still, it's ... strange, to stand, and look down at wataru who seems so much smaller on land, and so ... palm against the trunk of the tree, he soundlessly slides down, to kneel down against the sound. )
... How did I taste?
( which doesn't. answer the question, but. to eichi, it—and all of this—sort of does. )
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well, he decides, he shouldn't spurn him too much. if he begins to feel sour, there's not much coming back from that, and— he is being disengenuous, somewhat, with how he felt. he has been upset and scared, but the rest he's chosen to withhold.
finally his wings flare again, like he's about to flit off again, and he pushes off ... to descend, this time, with such a gentle glide it seems almost like he's floating, weightless. (his chemise does flutter some, but this time he seems to be wearing white underwear this time.) he betrays the impression once he lands though, faltering a little— it's been a long time since he'd had the freedom to fly or land, and his sense of balance is still vague.
he looks to wataru, standing, unsure or whether to move closer or to let wataru close the distance, like he had last time. still, it's ... strange, to stand, and look down at wataru who seems so much smaller on land, and so ... palm against the trunk of the tree, he soundlessly slides down, to kneel down against the sound. )
... How did I taste?
( which doesn't. answer the question, but. to eichi, it—and all of this—sort of does. )