[ much quicker than it was revealed, it disappears again with a turn of wataru's wrist; the only hint of where it's gone is in the ripples of the water, in the loss of one tentacle from eichi.

temporary, but a loss. wataru strokes eichi's cheek idly, an affectionate gesture without any real depth to it. ]

Papa is still excited about them, even if he's not allowed to hang them. [ apparently!!!!!! still quite confusing, but well, maybe that's just how angels are. how interesting, how interesting... the tentacle clasping it teases his entrance, as much a version of edging for him as it is for eichi. ] Mmm... Mama, how much do you want it...? Tell me, Eichi. ♪