( mmh ... it does feel weird, but his body recalls the sensation of it, the tentacles winding around him, pressing against the corner of his mouth and pressing in, while a little lower, he...
between the ill-timed recollection and the praise he turns his gaze away to see if he can catch what the other tentacles are getting to, bringing around his other hand to his ear to see if he can coax the tentacle onto it. )
"Anything" might be something of an exaggeration... But I appreciate the esteem. I'm not generally paid very much mind given my usual fragility, so...
( ... praise him more,
but he doesn't say that, because that might make him look kind of sad, but wataru's pretty voice and the lovely inflection of his voice when he seems impressed— ah, he could die (almost did, but it's so hard to remain in a sour mood now that he's begun talking to him again). he bows his head to shade any unduly pleased expression he might be wearing, winding the tentacles between his fingers if he can manage to coax it, kind of toying with it. )
... But I still think you're all the more impressive. You never told me what you were, did you? You can change color, and I've never seen things ( the tentacles, ) quite like this before you.
And I heard a little bit, too, the sort of mischief you've been up to... You can produce a thing called "ink," can't you? I heard you filled some mechanism with it. I never knew you were the sort to cause trouble.
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between the ill-timed recollection and the praise he turns his gaze away to see if he can catch what the other tentacles are getting to, bringing around his other hand to his ear to see if he can coax the tentacle onto it. )
"Anything" might be something of an exaggeration... But I appreciate the esteem. I'm not generally paid very much mind given my usual fragility, so...
( ... praise him more,
but he doesn't say that, because that might make him look kind of sad, but wataru's pretty voice and the lovely inflection of his voice when he seems impressed— ah, he could die (almost did, but it's so hard to remain in a sour mood now that he's begun talking to him again). he bows his head to shade any unduly pleased expression he might be wearing, winding the tentacles between his fingers if he can manage to coax it, kind of toying with it. )
... But I still think you're all the more impressive. You never told me what you were, did you? You can change color, and I've never seen things ( the tentacles, ) quite like this before you.
And I heard a little bit, too, the sort of mischief you've been up to... You can produce a thing called "ink," can't you? I heard you filled some mechanism with it. I never knew you were the sort to cause trouble.