Ome blinks, blushing abit when Chiro comes into view. He frowns when he hears Umi sobbing, then gives a muffles yeep as he's slapped in the face by his flipper. He tilts his head back, opening his mouth wide, and let gravity help him in swallowing the last of Umi down, slurping up his tail like a noodle. He sits back in the chair, murring and rubbing his belly. "There, there Umi, it's ok." His stomach is acid free, the walls soft and dry. The only real problem, is the somewhat humid nature of it, but it's not uncomfortably humid though. He looks up at Chiro and shrugs sheepishly.