[ wataru watches the rings, as fascinated with them as he is the creature—eichi—in front of him. who could never see shells before? what a sad existence! but he has wings, so maybe he just flew too high, normally, to see them before...? wataru pulls himself up a little on the rocks, pale human skin turning a deep purplish-black, almost eggplant-like, with his octopus skin. ]

That's too bad! Shells are very pretty. [ the second is whispered, and his mouth moves this time, too. he pulls his hair over his shoulder, trailing his fingers through it. playmate... very pretty playmate, he thinks. ] How are we expected to play if I can't remain on land, and you would die underwater, though? How thoughtless! Perhaps I should find a way out through the drain again and give them a talking to... ♪

[ though that will be hard, given they've made the drain too small for his human half to fit through; they're smaller and more numerous now, pipes hidden in kelp and coral. he knows this, but says it anyway, gaze sharply flicking up to the door before he trails his fingers up eichi's legs, stopping short of the chemise's hem. uwooh~? ]

What's under here, I wonder...~?