Papa can't go any further in, [ wataru replies, just as lyrical, pressing his tentacles a little further to demonstrate; he half expects them to start coming out of eichi's mouth at some point. ah, is that how it works...? he has no idea what anatomy involves, this is incredibly clear.
still, he obliges a little, with a bigger bite to the juncture where his neck and shoulder meet. not deeper, just larger in circumference, staying there not unlike a leech as he slowly closes his mouth around the shallow bit of meat he's decided to take.
eichi still tastes like nothing; but he still tastes warm, melty, and wataru lets the piece melt in his mouth instead of chewing it. ]
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still, he obliges a little, with a bigger bite to the juncture where his neck and shoulder meet. not deeper, just larger in circumference, staying there not unlike a leech as he slowly closes his mouth around the shallow bit of meat he's decided to take.
eichi still tastes like nothing; but he still tastes warm, melty, and wataru lets the piece melt in his mouth instead of chewing it. ]