( how...? quickly??? fortunately for wataru, dragging eichi to the sand, deadweight as eichi seems to be at the moment, does jog his thoughts a little bit. the sand is warm, even if he doesn't like how it sticks to his skin, and he likes the sound of wataru's hum. mmm... )
... Take me where it's warm... Hold me.
( he says this after a moment, drawn to the heat beneath wataru's skin, buried beneath layers of water soaked into it— the heat that comes from blood pumping in your veins and muscles shifting subtly. it's not enough, though, and he tries to gather his thoughts a little more. wataru had warmth; it was just the waterlogged skin that was the trouble. mmm...
he reaches for wataru's hand, and drags it to his mouth— letting the blunt of his teeth drag lightly along his palm, to better express what he means. )
... And then... Lend me your shoulder, if you can.
( he isn't thinking about whether wataru regenerates like him; he just recalls the warmth in wataru as eichi fed from him, and how it sat comfortable in his stomach.
eichi's shoulder, also, seems nearly recovered, though it's a little thin and ill-shapen still, like a hollow wax sculpture; it seems he'll still need a short while still to reccover. )
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... Take me where it's warm... Hold me.
( he says this after a moment, drawn to the heat beneath wataru's skin, buried beneath layers of water soaked into it— the heat that comes from blood pumping in your veins and muscles shifting subtly. it's not enough, though, and he tries to gather his thoughts a little more. wataru had warmth; it was just the waterlogged skin that was the trouble. mmm...
he reaches for wataru's hand, and drags it to his mouth— letting the blunt of his teeth drag lightly along his palm, to better express what he means. )
... And then... Lend me your shoulder, if you can.
( he isn't thinking about whether wataru regenerates like him; he just recalls the warmth in wataru as eichi fed from him, and how it sat comfortable in his stomach.
eichi's shoulder, also, seems nearly recovered, though it's a little thin and ill-shapen still, like a hollow wax sculpture; it seems he'll still need a short while still to reccover. )