[ only a little less? wataru shambles a little closer, just enough for a tentacle to slide around eichi's finger— then his hand— wrist— slowly along his arm, wataru leaning forward. its grip tightens, like it's going to pull eichi over, but it doesn't. ]

I'd like it more if you said you loved how I felt! This is all I can be, after all! [ besides, besides, he seemed to dislike it a lot less, before, but he supposes before he was more inclined to loving just about anything. another tentacle winds its way over as wataru moves closer, sliding around eichi's ankle. ] You're strange to me, anyway. Everything I get to play with is firm. You're very giving.