[ Wataru gives a bow, even though this isn't really of his own making, and continues to look at his glittering skin... Ahh, so pretty..... ]

The one good thing to come of that terrible case, I suppose...♪ [ ah, though, birds will attack him if he's too glittery, right. there's types that like sparkly things, right? ...he brushes some off, or tries to. glitter sucks. ] Wouldn't you say, mons...

[ a beat, as he looks at Jamie, and, hm. ]

...No, perhaps not...? You weren't in one of those, were you. [ he is lacking the shimmer-shimmer, after all. ]