[ how painful; he'd forgotten it in their tumble, briefly, with his injured tentacle curled tightly up beneath him. it twitches in reminder though, and wataru hesitates, presses a hand to his shoulder and trails his fingers across it.
tentacles grow back. he knows this, but he doesn't know if anything else does
but eichi is... dying? perhaps? and that's bad - rather, if he isn't returned to warmth soon, how long will it be until he's able to see him again? hm- hm-
wataru gently pulls him back into his arms and shuffles his way out of the cave, peering out to stare at the container walls reproachfully before he makes his way out of the cool, homey structure and into the warmer, if less genuine, light. there he curls around eichi - he moves back the long strands of light blue hair plastered to his shoulder and neck, giving him better access. ]
Don't feed too quickly, Mama. You'll give yourself a tummy ache ☆ And you might alarm our voyeurs as well...♪
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tentacles grow back. he knows this, but he doesn't know if anything else does
but eichi is... dying? perhaps? and that's bad - rather, if he isn't returned to warmth soon, how long will it be until he's able to see him again? hm- hm-
wataru gently pulls him back into his arms and shuffles his way out of the cave, peering out to stare at the container walls reproachfully before he makes his way out of the cool, homey structure and into the warmer, if less genuine, light. there he curls around eichi - he moves back the long strands of light blue hair plastered to his shoulder and neck, giving him better access. ]
Don't feed too quickly, Mama. You'll give yourself a tummy ache ☆ And you might alarm our voyeurs as well...♪