[ papa would love his turn, but his tentacle still smarts (hurts more, when it retreats beneath him to hide in the saltwater, curling tighter and tighter), and... mm, well, papa would love his turn, and mama is more than accommodating, now. he nibbles eichi's neck gently, grip softening the longer his hurt limb stays in the water and grows numb with pain.

mm, well. ]

Mama is so willing now, hm? ♪ Was he just hungry the last time we played? [ no wataru you sprung surprise cannibalism on him— well, he knows that much. he does, and he remembers that eichi said angels "destabilize" when they're bitten, and that isn't a pleasant word... wataru presses his tentacles further into eichi, eyes closed. ] Are you going to "destabilize" if I do so, Mama?

[ a beat, and he kisses his neck, to his ear. ]

...Can you handle it, Eichi?