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You're as sentimental as you are cheeky. A right proper terror, aren't you?
[ riddle isn't kidding!!! he's starting to see why a weaker person would want kaiser to shut the fuck up forever. ]
A red flag for what? Would the assumption be that I'm a violent or murderous sort of person? How ridiculous. I'm glad you know better and make your own decisions rather than believing those around you.
[ HE LITERALLY IS THO???? he is violent and homicidal! it isn't Kind Of a red flag! ]
The essence of a cult *is* to prey upon the vulnerable, is it not? I'm inclined to agree, however. The members here seem to be lacking in morals, and evaded justice one way or another. If this is how they must repent, and giving their lives to a soapy cause is what they feel they must do, then I have no sympathy for them. The fact it's time they're wasting making videos and playing with soap, rather than performing community service is irritating, but one cannot expect sense from those who are both vulnerable *and* weak in morals.
[ he has...way too many opinions about this. why do they care this much. they're insane? ]
-_- He is free for all to use -_- I see nothing forbidding me from using him. Luckily for you, I find him nonsensical.
As for my cult, it's simple. I, myself, would be the center as their all-knowing goddess. I would claim divinity, and instill work ethic and values into my followers that would guarantee a life of excellence for them. So long as they obeyed me, they would definitely know happiness. This way, it isn't just blatant extortion.
[ he's literally fucking insane ]
[ riddle isn't kidding!!! he's starting to see why a weaker person would want kaiser to shut the fuck up forever. ]
A red flag for what? Would the assumption be that I'm a violent or murderous sort of person? How ridiculous. I'm glad you know better and make your own decisions rather than believing those around you.
[ HE LITERALLY IS THO???? he is violent and homicidal! it isn't Kind Of a red flag! ]
The essence of a cult *is* to prey upon the vulnerable, is it not? I'm inclined to agree, however. The members here seem to be lacking in morals, and evaded justice one way or another. If this is how they must repent, and giving their lives to a soapy cause is what they feel they must do, then I have no sympathy for them. The fact it's time they're wasting making videos and playing with soap, rather than performing community service is irritating, but one cannot expect sense from those who are both vulnerable *and* weak in morals.
[ he has...way too many opinions about this. why do they care this much. they're insane? ]
-_- He is free for all to use -_- I see nothing forbidding me from using him. Luckily for you, I find him nonsensical.
As for my cult, it's simple. I, myself, would be the center as their all-knowing goddess. I would claim divinity, and instill work ethic and values into my followers that would guarantee a life of excellence for them. So long as they obeyed me, they would definitely know happiness. This way, it isn't just blatant extortion.
[ he's literally fucking insane ]
[ ren.
truthfully, it hasn't been very long since wanderer received an actual name. he'd always, always longed for one, never having been gifted a name from his creator, his mother. instead, wanderer cycled through many titles over the centuries. none of them hold value to him at this point, damnable now that he has decided to own up to his past sins and live. they also lacked consideration from the very beginningโeven 'kabukimono', a name to demean him for being 'strange' and inhuman.
however, 'ren' is a name that riddle chose himself. he'd intently studied inazuman culture and the many characters the people of wanderer's nation write with, determined to not settle on something flimsy and thoughtless. wanderer may not resent the traveler for it, but they had done just thatโa nickname off the top of their head, joined by their little flying companion's derision. it felt more respectful of riddle to give naming wanderer proper thought.
he will treasure it. each time riddle says his name, a sliver of his broken 'heart' heals itself. wanderer is mending little by little. ]
Don't leave me.
[ only here, in the warmth of their home, can wanderer truly be vulnerable. he silently searches riddle's soft gaze as their foreheads lightly press together, wanderer's brows upturned to compliment his uncharacteristically demure expression. ]
truthfully, it hasn't been very long since wanderer received an actual name. he'd always, always longed for one, never having been gifted a name from his creator, his mother. instead, wanderer cycled through many titles over the centuries. none of them hold value to him at this point, damnable now that he has decided to own up to his past sins and live. they also lacked consideration from the very beginningโeven 'kabukimono', a name to demean him for being 'strange' and inhuman.
however, 'ren' is a name that riddle chose himself. he'd intently studied inazuman culture and the many characters the people of wanderer's nation write with, determined to not settle on something flimsy and thoughtless. wanderer may not resent the traveler for it, but they had done just thatโa nickname off the top of their head, joined by their little flying companion's derision. it felt more respectful of riddle to give naming wanderer proper thought.
he will treasure it. each time riddle says his name, a sliver of his broken 'heart' heals itself. wanderer is mending little by little. ]
Don't leave me.
[ only here, in the warmth of their home, can wanderer truly be vulnerable. he silently searches riddle's soft gaze as their foreheads lightly press together, wanderer's brows upturned to compliment his uncharacteristically demure expression. ]
Edited (i nerfed some icons earlier and reuploaded IGNORE THIS) 2024-12-03 07:27 (UTC)
แฆ | ...That is true, Sebek is a bright junior with excellent manners
[ generally? deep down, riddle likes azul quite a bit. he's smart, a hard worker, and unlike a certain other second-year housewarden, earned his position with his own strength. truly, if he were to make a list of students he doesn't want to beat to death with a dictionary, azul would be somewhere on there.
...or rather, would have been. he's ruining riddle's life right now and making him feel stupid to boot! fuck!! ]
but during our outings, I allow him to speak with me casually. You'll understand someday.
[ ugh, riddle knows he's double-fucked if azul makes good on his threat, or worse yet invites sebek into a groupchat with them to confirm this. as much as he wants to double down, he decides it's best to come clean and make a strategic retreat a few minutes later. time to change tactics instead. ]
Do not bother asking Sebek. You know I'm lying through my teeth. It was a pitiful attempt on my part.
I don't understand what you possibly have to gain from learning this information. Why do you need to know? Do you want the other shirt after all? They're both in extra large sizes, so whichever you choose ought to fit you.
[ so googly-bear wears an xl...?! ]
Instead of harassing me and invading my privacy, you should be studying Azul. Shame on you for putting your academics second. In fact, we should *both* be studying right now.
[ PLEASE WORK-- ]
[ generally? deep down, riddle likes azul quite a bit. he's smart, a hard worker, and unlike a certain other second-year housewarden, earned his position with his own strength. truly, if he were to make a list of students he doesn't want to beat to death with a dictionary, azul would be somewhere on there.
...or rather, would have been. he's ruining riddle's life right now and making him feel stupid to boot! fuck!! ]
but during our outings, I allow him to speak with me casually. You'll understand someday.
[ ugh, riddle knows he's double-fucked if azul makes good on his threat, or worse yet invites sebek into a groupchat with them to confirm this. as much as he wants to double down, he decides it's best to come clean and make a strategic retreat a few minutes later. time to change tactics instead. ]
Do not bother asking Sebek. You know I'm lying through my teeth. It was a pitiful attempt on my part.
I don't understand what you possibly have to gain from learning this information. Why do you need to know? Do you want the other shirt after all? They're both in extra large sizes, so whichever you choose ought to fit you.
[ so googly-bear wears an xl...?! ]
Instead of harassing me and invading my privacy, you should be studying Azul. Shame on you for putting your academics second. In fact, we should *both* be studying right now.
[ PLEASE WORK-- ]
[ he doesn't need his hormones to oversaturate his brain in order to feel a powerful, almost painfully protective urge to come over him when he sees the softness of wanderer's eyes, hears the fragility in his tone. just like a real doll, riddle thinks fondly; something precious, made to be loved, made just for him.
truthfully, qucusaurs rarely mate for life, at least in riddle's time-- and definitely not the ones with his calibur of strength. sharing one's heart and den were too risky, and the crimson tyrant truly believed deep down he needed nothing and no one. his time away from home did nothing to make him question his belief; after all, if he could thrive without lord murata, then truly, what need does he have for anyone else by his side?
maybe that still holds true in a sense, given that even now riddle may care about humans and their welfare (the poor creatures never seem to know what's good for them), but he's never found himself particularly crushed when they disappear; what he does know with certainty is that this is something he can't live without. riddle couldn't leave even if he wanted to. ]
I love you. My precious Ren.
[ he leans forward to give wanderer's forehead a light press, a display of intention and determination. ]
I won't ever leave you. Celestia herself couldn't keep us apart. I'd give her a smack for daring to try.
[ and he means that too. riddle even seals his promise with a kiss to wanderer's lips, his own still pulled into a smile. ]
truthfully, qucusaurs rarely mate for life, at least in riddle's time-- and definitely not the ones with his calibur of strength. sharing one's heart and den were too risky, and the crimson tyrant truly believed deep down he needed nothing and no one. his time away from home did nothing to make him question his belief; after all, if he could thrive without lord murata, then truly, what need does he have for anyone else by his side?
maybe that still holds true in a sense, given that even now riddle may care about humans and their welfare (the poor creatures never seem to know what's good for them), but he's never found himself particularly crushed when they disappear; what he does know with certainty is that this is something he can't live without. riddle couldn't leave even if he wanted to. ]
I love you. My precious Ren.
[ he leans forward to give wanderer's forehead a light press, a display of intention and determination. ]
I won't ever leave you. Celestia herself couldn't keep us apart. I'd give her a smack for daring to try.
[ and he means that too. riddle even seals his promise with a kiss to wanderer's lips, his own still pulled into a smile. ]
Edited (crying on the fucking floor) 2024-12-16 06:03 (UTC)
You say that, and yet as a matter of fact, I was in the middle of studying before I was suddenly interrupted by your text that you had sent me. And then you have the nerve to lie and dodge responsibility when I try to inquire further into this matter... how cruel...
[... Wait. Someone who "doesn't have a formal bone in their body", would "terrorize" Riddle after finding out about this, and wears an XL........]
Hang on, I just realized: is this mystery person someone that we both know? Specifically, from my dorm?
[Because Azul suddenly has a funny feeling about who this mystery person might be...??]
[... Wait. Someone who "doesn't have a formal bone in their body", would "terrorize" Riddle after finding out about this, and wears an XL........]
Hang on, I just realized: is this mystery person someone that we both know? Specifically, from my dorm?
[Because Azul suddenly has a funny feeling about who this mystery person might be...??]
Edited 2024-12-19 00:57 (UTC)
I already apologized, didn't I? [ NO??? ] Which I should not have had to do, by the way, because I already told you that this is a highly private matter that must not be discussed. If you were *really* that focused on your studies, you would have been willing to drop this matter that, I might add, does not benefit you in any way.
[ ...oh no. nooo nonononono... riddle is grimacing and wants to hyperventilate. god, if azul figures this out then of course he's going to have more questions because then it sort of is his business (riddle would say so, at least; if someone was not-dating trey, he would want to know about it...) and-- ugh!!!
what would the queen of hearts do...? riddle could do some intense soul-searching, but he already knows she would just come right out and admit the truth. but then again, he's pretty sure she's never been in what the kids these days call a "situationship" before either! plus all the mommy issues and raging hormones... see, this is why riddle didn't want to date! ]
Would you like both shirts?
[ ...fine. he'll come clean after busting azul's balls a bit. better he tell him than schmoopsie-poo, right? ]
[ ...oh no. nooo nonononono... riddle is grimacing and wants to hyperventilate. god, if azul figures this out then of course he's going to have more questions because then it sort of is his business (riddle would say so, at least; if someone was not-dating trey, he would want to know about it...) and-- ugh!!!
what would the queen of hearts do...? riddle could do some intense soul-searching, but he already knows she would just come right out and admit the truth. but then again, he's pretty sure she's never been in what the kids these days call a "situationship" before either! plus all the mommy issues and raging hormones... see, this is why riddle didn't want to date! ]
Would you like both shirts?
[ ...fine. he'll come clean after busting azul's balls a bit. better he tell him than schmoopsie-poo, right? ]
No, I do not want nor need either of these shirts.
[There's a long, long pause. Long enough that Riddle might think that maybe Azul did drop the conversation, until...]
It's Floyd, isn't it.
[Not even phrased as a question, it is a statement because really, who else could Riddle have been talking about here after all the clues Azul has picked up.]
[There's a long, long pause. Long enough that Riddle might think that maybe Azul did drop the conversation, until...]
It's Floyd, isn't it.
[Not even phrased as a question, it is a statement because really, who else could Riddle have been talking about here after all the clues Azul has picked up.]
[ well riddle sure doesn't want these dumb shirts now!!! which is silly and irrational, given this entire debacle is his own fault anyway. it's not the shirts' fault, so he elects to keep them for now.
riddle knows better than to assume azul would give up now that he's more or less figured it out, so he isn't surprised in the slightest when he sees his guess. oh, fine... time to take his medicine. ]
...You're correct. Which I understands makes this your business somewhat, hence why I wanted to keep you from guessing. You have enough to deal with as it is.
Yesterday he whisked me off on another one of his adventures. We went to a nice restaurant, as you now know, and then we joined a party on the beach and danced together all evening. On the way back, he lent me his jacket, and made some silly comment about liking how I looked in his clothes.
[ he knows azul didn't ask but he's just letting him know out of principle... ]
riddle knows better than to assume azul would give up now that he's more or less figured it out, so he isn't surprised in the slightest when he sees his guess. oh, fine... time to take his medicine. ]
...You're correct. Which I understands makes this your business somewhat, hence why I wanted to keep you from guessing. You have enough to deal with as it is.
Yesterday he whisked me off on another one of his adventures. We went to a nice restaurant, as you now know, and then we joined a party on the beach and danced together all evening. On the way back, he lent me his jacket, and made some silly comment about liking how I looked in his clothes.
[ he knows azul didn't ask but he's just letting him know out of principle... ]
[Oh... well that's rather... sweet? But that does also explain why Floyd swore up and down that he could not be bothered to take a work shift yesterday...]
Well, thank you for finally being honest, even if it took you a while to get there.
[There's a pause, before he adds.]
As an aside, while I do appreciate knowing about this now, you can be rest assured that I will not do anything to jeapordize whatever relationship it is you have with Floyd, nor am I particularly interested in doing so. You don't have to tell me every single you two do together if you don't want to.
[Contrary to popular belief, Azul does not control the eels, they are allowed to go be around whoever they want. And have whatever private parts of their lives they want kept private as long as it doesn't interfere with their work in the Lounge.]
Well, thank you for finally being honest, even if it took you a while to get there.
[There's a pause, before he adds.]
As an aside, while I do appreciate knowing about this now, you can be rest assured that I will not do anything to jeapordize whatever relationship it is you have with Floyd, nor am I particularly interested in doing so. You don't have to tell me every single you two do together if you don't want to.
[Contrary to popular belief, Azul does not control the eels, they are allowed to go be around whoever they want. And have whatever private parts of their lives they want kept private as long as it doesn't interfere with their work in the Lounge.]
[ phew... at least azul doesn't seem annoyed, or like he disapproves. in fact, the rest of his response has riddle blinking in curiosity, admittedly a bit confused. ]
I see... I was never under the impression you would do anything to interfere with whatever it is we have, at least not without due reasoning. I thought you had a right to know because Floyd is your close friend. I know if I found out someone was dating Trey, I would consider it my business to some degree. It is my duty as his best friend to do everything I can to support him, and if I feel his partner isn't someone good for him, I would let it be known to him.
[ far be it from riddle to keep his know-it-all opinion to himself... ]
I see... I was never under the impression you would do anything to interfere with whatever it is we have, at least not without due reasoning. I thought you had a right to know because Floyd is your close friend. I know if I found out someone was dating Trey, I would consider it my business to some degree. It is my duty as his best friend to do everything I can to support him, and if I feel his partner isn't someone good for him, I would let it be known to him.
[ far be it from riddle to keep his know-it-all opinion to himself... ]
If I thought that you, or anyone else really, weren't good for him, I would have already said so.
And then Floyd would more than likely disregard my words and do as he pleases anyway.
[Like, lets be real here, since this is Floyd we are talking about.]
That said, I trust him: he wouldn't actually be with someone if they didn't truly make him happy, so I have no worries in that regard. As long as his relationship with someone doesn't interfere with the Lounge, that is.
[because Azul and the tweels are allergic to the mere concept of just admitting that they are in fact friends, you get this long winded justification instead, sorry Riddle]
And then Floyd would more than likely disregard my words and do as he pleases anyway.
[Like, lets be real here, since this is Floyd we are talking about.]
That said, I trust him: he wouldn't actually be with someone if they didn't truly make him happy, so I have no worries in that regard. As long as his relationship with someone doesn't interfere with the Lounge, that is.
[because Azul and the tweels are allergic to the mere concept of just admitting that they are in fact friends, you get this long winded justification instead, sorry Riddle]
[ a chuckle of relief; riddle is starting to catch onto the octavinelle trio's apparent allergy. goodness knows why they're so hesitant, but riddle supposes that keeping their cards close to their heart is just the octavinelle way. it's the opposite of the queen of hearts', which is why it's as fascinating as it is infuriating. ]
Right you are. That silly boy will always do as he pleases above all else. Has he always been that way?
Worry not, Azul. You can trust I will not be an accessory to his truancy at the Lounge. Our not-dates are often spontaneous, so I can't guarantee he won't use me as an excuse to dilly-dally, but on the off-chance he lets it slip that he should be at work, I will be sure to scold him.
Right you are. That silly boy will always do as he pleases above all else. Has he always been that way?
Worry not, Azul. You can trust I will not be an accessory to his truancy at the Lounge. Our not-dates are often spontaneous, so I can't guarantee he won't use me as an excuse to dilly-dally, but on the off-chance he lets it slip that he should be at work, I will be sure to scold him.
[ it's difficult not to openly stare like some slattern when he hears the rustle of the other boy's pants falling down. instead, riddle busies himself with glancing to the side and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear while he draws his knees up to preemptively make room for his companion. sure, it's nothing he hasn't seen before-- goodness knows he's much more than just seen floyd's body, but the little primrose still wants to at least feign propriety.
he doesn't do a very good job, what with how his gaze instantly shifts to the other side of the tub as floyd settles in with that boyish grin spreading across his face. his good mood is as infectious as ever, making it impossible for riddle to resist returning the smile with a soft and fond, albeit shy one of his own. there's something...intimate about bathing together. something mature. that being said, riddle notes that he doesn't feel nervous. ]
Mmm. I agree. I bet you can't soak to your heart's content like this in Octavinelle.
[ emboldened by floyd's laughter, riddle shifts onto his knees and crawls towards him. at first the bioluminescent markings rising to the surface of floyd's skin go amiss to him; when riddle is finally settled between the merman's thighs, however, it's impossible to miss the gradual shifting of human flesh into pointed aural fins at the side of floyd's head. ]
Floyd...!
[ with eyes wide from equal parts shock and panic, riddle lifts his hands but stops short of touching the merman's "ears", stunned and speechless save for a bit of choked garbling when he realizes just how blue-green the other boy's skin has become. yikes... it looks like there's no stopping what's about to happen, is there? ]
When is the last time you took your transformation potion? Do you remember? Do you have one with you now? Is it painful? Cats and bats...!
[ leave it to the chronic worrywart to, well, worry. he can't help it; riddle doesn't know the first thing about how these transformations feel or how quick they are. what he does know is if they follow the rules and report this to the infirmary, they're going to have a lot of paperwork to deal with...! ]
he doesn't do a very good job, what with how his gaze instantly shifts to the other side of the tub as floyd settles in with that boyish grin spreading across his face. his good mood is as infectious as ever, making it impossible for riddle to resist returning the smile with a soft and fond, albeit shy one of his own. there's something...intimate about bathing together. something mature. that being said, riddle notes that he doesn't feel nervous. ]
Mmm. I agree. I bet you can't soak to your heart's content like this in Octavinelle.
[ emboldened by floyd's laughter, riddle shifts onto his knees and crawls towards him. at first the bioluminescent markings rising to the surface of floyd's skin go amiss to him; when riddle is finally settled between the merman's thighs, however, it's impossible to miss the gradual shifting of human flesh into pointed aural fins at the side of floyd's head. ]
Floyd...!
[ with eyes wide from equal parts shock and panic, riddle lifts his hands but stops short of touching the merman's "ears", stunned and speechless save for a bit of choked garbling when he realizes just how blue-green the other boy's skin has become. yikes... it looks like there's no stopping what's about to happen, is there? ]
When is the last time you took your transformation potion? Do you remember? Do you have one with you now? Is it painful? Cats and bats...!
[ leave it to the chronic worrywart to, well, worry. he can't help it; riddle doesn't know the first thing about how these transformations feel or how quick they are. what he does know is if they follow the rules and report this to the infirmary, they're going to have a lot of paperwork to deal with...! ]
I suppose you would know better than me, given how long you've been working at the Lounge.
Alright. I shan't protest any further, and in the spirit of being a good guest, will take you up on your generosity. I just need a moment to change out of my dorm uniform. It wouldn't do to risk staining it.
I'll be there in exactly 17 minutes and 49 seconds.
Alright. I shan't protest any further, and in the spirit of being a good guest, will take you up on your generosity. I just need a moment to change out of my dorm uniform. It wouldn't do to risk staining it.
I'll be there in exactly 17 minutes and 49 seconds.
u come when ur ready goldfishie
not gonna start cookin until u get here
itll be great u will LOVE it
or else
not gonna start cookin until u get here
itll be great u will LOVE it
or else
[ wow... next time he'll make riddle look at him! he's not doing that just for fun; without garnering a reaction, what's the point! riddle should be modestly drooling over him, over how lean and stacked floyd happens to be at the same time: the benefit of being an eel merman whose muscles end up being most of his entire body. that the time spent playing basketball, dancing, fighting his brother, squeezing the hell out of unruly guests at the lounge, squeezing and/or losing to azul... the number of things he does that ends up with him having the kind of musculature that is practically perfect is insane! just like him. he has to be a little crazy to be at nrc. that's the hard prerequisite.
but once riddle's in between him, he has no choice but to stare. to gawk. the tingling sensation of his body changing, reverting to its usual form is... different in this particular circumstance. in a way it's like an effortless strip tease. he doesn't have to do anything, no peeling or bending or rippling or tearing. it's just him beginning to show his normal state. the one that he was born with. as he looks down at his bent knees, he realizes that riddle being in between them might be a problem at some point? not quite yet. they haven't started to fuse. but his hands are beginning to show those claws and the webbing in between, and he sticks his lengthening tongue out at riddle in response to his questions. ]
Dunno. Probably a week or so ago. It was really bitter that time so I thought it was gonna last longer.
[ floyd is clearly wrong. still, looking at how worried riddle looks does instill a new emotion all together. is floyd now concerned? that when he looks back into those eyes, it's his own glowing one that raises with an arch. ]
What? I'm gonna be fiiiiiiiine. If anything, it feels real good. Probably one of the reasons why you don't normally see it happenin' around here.
[ there are only three mermen and if they ever do lapse in taking care of their potion needs, it doesn't happen in the open. that there is a lot that ends up being revealed: after all, they end up nude. nothing showing externally but the changes themselves...
well. riddle will find out.
he reaches up and strokes his little rose's head, pushing back a few of the more upset looking strands out of the way. ]
Just relax. If ya want, feel around. I'm not gonna stop a curious goldfishie from swimmin' around the unknown.
but once riddle's in between him, he has no choice but to stare. to gawk. the tingling sensation of his body changing, reverting to its usual form is... different in this particular circumstance. in a way it's like an effortless strip tease. he doesn't have to do anything, no peeling or bending or rippling or tearing. it's just him beginning to show his normal state. the one that he was born with. as he looks down at his bent knees, he realizes that riddle being in between them might be a problem at some point? not quite yet. they haven't started to fuse. but his hands are beginning to show those claws and the webbing in between, and he sticks his lengthening tongue out at riddle in response to his questions. ]
Dunno. Probably a week or so ago. It was really bitter that time so I thought it was gonna last longer.
[ floyd is clearly wrong. still, looking at how worried riddle looks does instill a new emotion all together. is floyd now concerned? that when he looks back into those eyes, it's his own glowing one that raises with an arch. ]
What? I'm gonna be fiiiiiiiine. If anything, it feels real good. Probably one of the reasons why you don't normally see it happenin' around here.
[ there are only three mermen and if they ever do lapse in taking care of their potion needs, it doesn't happen in the open. that there is a lot that ends up being revealed: after all, they end up nude. nothing showing externally but the changes themselves...
well. riddle will find out.
he reaches up and strokes his little rose's head, pushing back a few of the more upset looking strands out of the way. ]
Just relax. If ya want, feel around. I'm not gonna stop a curious goldfishie from swimmin' around the unknown.
Hey now, if you want to know more information about him, that is going to cost you.
[Sorry Riddle, no free childhood stories about Floyd unless you trade something interesting first!]
But thank you, I appreciate hearing you say that.
[Sorry Riddle, no free childhood stories about Floyd unless you trade something interesting first!]
But thank you, I appreciate hearing you say that.
Edited 2024-12-22 20:49 (UTC)
I said 17 minutes and 49 seconds (now 12 minutes and 8 seconds), so that is when I will be there. That being said, your confidence has me so curious, I may even arrive sooner...
[ "or else what," he wants to ask, but riddle elects to hold his tongue for the time being since he's being treated to a world-class dinner already. what does floyd have in store for him? he'll find out when he arrives during the specified time-- which he does, walking into the VIP room with the same curiosity as the little girl who tumbled down the rabbit hole. how can he not stop to stare now and then when this is first time in the Lounge's most exclusive room? it looks better suited to conducted deep-sea mafia business deals than anything.
someone alerts floyd to the presence of his very important guest, so whenever the merman makes his appearance, it'll be to riddle admiring the remote to the mounted television (he has no idea what half these buttons even do!), seated right in the middle of the luxurious leather sofa. ]
[ "or else what," he wants to ask, but riddle elects to hold his tongue for the time being since he's being treated to a world-class dinner already. what does floyd have in store for him? he'll find out when he arrives during the specified time-- which he does, walking into the VIP room with the same curiosity as the little girl who tumbled down the rabbit hole. how can he not stop to stare now and then when this is first time in the Lounge's most exclusive room? it looks better suited to conducted deep-sea mafia business deals than anything.
someone alerts floyd to the presence of his very important guest, so whenever the merman makes his appearance, it'll be to riddle admiring the remote to the mounted television (he has no idea what half these buttons even do!), seated right in the middle of the luxurious leather sofa. ]
[ he has to be patient--- all of those minutes and seconds just waiting for riddle to get into the lounge, which has a skeleton crew running things before his date arrives. everything is set up as well: he has a portable stove, a cart full of the freshest ingredients, and is wearing his usual octavinelle best. maybe his shoes are a little more polished than normal, but that's really it when it comes to wanting to show off. he figures the clothes will stay on up until dinner is over, and then he can have dessert. it won't be to share when they'll both have different sweet things to enjoy.
the door to the room swings open and floyd enters pushing and pulling his equipment into the room. ]
Heya Goldfishie~
[ he pulls both of them into the middle of the room, in front of the small table that would usually separate the wall with the television and the large couch before he leaves them so he can take a seat. ]
You been waitin' long? [ a beat, before he sees the remote. ] Oh. You playin' around? Be careful, I hear there's a button that might make someone start to vibrate. Heard Azul had some kinda real mean punishment for juniors that don't listen to his orders~
[ yes. that kind of vibrator. ]
the door to the room swings open and floyd enters pushing and pulling his equipment into the room. ]
Heya Goldfishie~
[ he pulls both of them into the middle of the room, in front of the small table that would usually separate the wall with the television and the large couch before he leaves them so he can take a seat. ]
You been waitin' long? [ a beat, before he sees the remote. ] Oh. You playin' around? Be careful, I hear there's a button that might make someone start to vibrate. Heard Azul had some kinda real mean punishment for juniors that don't listen to his orders~
[ yes. that kind of vibrator. ]
You're far too calm about this...
[ riddle continues to fret, brows knit with clear concern as he watches and stares intently as peachy-hued flesh gives way to something much more supple and slippery, fading into various jewelled tones. sparing a glance downward as he watches the merman's color make its way down his abdomen, riddle remembers what will no doubt be happening to floyd's legs soon, and hurriedly sidles over the other boy's thigh to instead sit at his side. of course his face turns bright red as he does, and he scolds himself mentally for thinking to take such a gratuitous look at the other boy.
by the time riddle looks back up, those fretful antennae of his get pushed back by a hand that's both strange but familiar. sure, it's hard not to feed off floyd's reassuring energy, but still, riddle clings to worry even as the final stretch of the merman's transformation occurs.
maybe touching him will help...? riddle swallows audibly before giving a determined nod. ]
Alright. I...want to touch you. But only to check on your body! I want to make sure you're okay!
[ a half-truth, but riddle doesn't dwell on it. instead, he lifts his tiny hands to cup floyd's cheeks first, and runs his thumbs over those bioluminescent markings on his face. riddle can't help staring in wide-eyed awe, utterly ensorceled as it finally dawns on him: he's this close to a merman, touching him, feeling him... ]
...May I kiss you?
[ the request escapes his lips before he even realizes it. ]
[ riddle continues to fret, brows knit with clear concern as he watches and stares intently as peachy-hued flesh gives way to something much more supple and slippery, fading into various jewelled tones. sparing a glance downward as he watches the merman's color make its way down his abdomen, riddle remembers what will no doubt be happening to floyd's legs soon, and hurriedly sidles over the other boy's thigh to instead sit at his side. of course his face turns bright red as he does, and he scolds himself mentally for thinking to take such a gratuitous look at the other boy.
by the time riddle looks back up, those fretful antennae of his get pushed back by a hand that's both strange but familiar. sure, it's hard not to feed off floyd's reassuring energy, but still, riddle clings to worry even as the final stretch of the merman's transformation occurs.
maybe touching him will help...? riddle swallows audibly before giving a determined nod. ]
Alright. I...want to touch you. But only to check on your body! I want to make sure you're okay!
[ a half-truth, but riddle doesn't dwell on it. instead, he lifts his tiny hands to cup floyd's cheeks first, and runs his thumbs over those bioluminescent markings on his face. riddle can't help staring in wide-eyed awe, utterly ensorceled as it finally dawns on him: he's this close to a merman, touching him, feeling him... ]
...May I kiss you?
[ the request escapes his lips before he even realizes it. ]
Ah, Floyd. Good evening.
[ he looks up, hands stilling as he pauses his marveling to watch the merman make his way into the room. curiosity is written all over the little rose's face as he looks at all the necessary equipment for what is undoubtedly tableside service. ]
I haven't been waiting long at all. As always, I'm right on time.
[ before he leans forward to set the remote down, he listens to floyd's cautioning before, with raised eyebrows, he looks the device over again, looking for any hints that might lead to which button is the accursed vibrating-punishment-catastrophe one. ]
Make someone vibrate? That sounds dreadful, especially if you are meant to be serving guests privately here. It could easily lead into a negative performance loop, as the first time you vibrated, it would distract you and open you up to more mistakes. Does it actually work in teaching juniors a lesson?
[ riddle thinks the vibrating in question comes from a pager or something, like the sort used in restaurants... little does he know. ]
I would be interested in learning about the efficacy of these methods. If they work, I may use them in Heartslabyul myself.
[ he looks up, hands stilling as he pauses his marveling to watch the merman make his way into the room. curiosity is written all over the little rose's face as he looks at all the necessary equipment for what is undoubtedly tableside service. ]
I haven't been waiting long at all. As always, I'm right on time.
[ before he leans forward to set the remote down, he listens to floyd's cautioning before, with raised eyebrows, he looks the device over again, looking for any hints that might lead to which button is the accursed vibrating-punishment-catastrophe one. ]
Make someone vibrate? That sounds dreadful, especially if you are meant to be serving guests privately here. It could easily lead into a negative performance loop, as the first time you vibrated, it would distract you and open you up to more mistakes. Does it actually work in teaching juniors a lesson?
[ riddle thinks the vibrating in question comes from a pager or something, like the sort used in restaurants... little does he know. ]
I would be interested in learning about the efficacy of these methods. If they work, I may use them in Heartslabyul myself.
[ a tingling sensation begins to grow from the top of his head down to his now fusing legs, where he naturally draws them in together so that they can start to do their thing. where toes and ankles and strong calf muscles used to be is now one long, lengthy tailfin that immediately begins to wave up and down. it's like slipping into a second skin--- his lungs still filling with the air that he needs, only in a completely different way. yet the best part about his particular magic potion is that he can still breathe without submerging his gills beneath the water: a safety measure for times where they are just simply beached and cannot get to safety. an effect that doesn't wear off for hours and hours past reverting to his mer-eel form. ]
Kissin'? [ a teal eyebrow raises before he cheerfully laughs, stroking across riddle's cheek as his hand finally makes its way to the boy's side. ] That how you wanna check up on me? I'm breathin' just fiiiiine. Wanna see?
[ he's quick to use that other hand to pull riddle down, lengthening tongue dragging up from riddle's chin up to his forehead. his eyes glitter with some kind of predatory mischievousness. oh, how he's so lucky to have his dinner right here! right in his lap, where his strong lower half now sticks out somewhat from the tub. a familiar stirring somewhere below his waist begins to cause the skin to part, the most subtle of movements making scales shimmer a little differently compared to the rest of him.
but riddle probably will notice that later. for now? all floyd wants to do is see how much of his tongue he can brutally stuff down his lover's throat. not to choke him, but to explore... this is a different sensation all together. normally he's limited to that silly human shape's biology, where it's held back by the tiniest string of flesh.
how deep can he go... just until the point of discomfort, where he'll know when to stop. ]
Kissin'? [ a teal eyebrow raises before he cheerfully laughs, stroking across riddle's cheek as his hand finally makes its way to the boy's side. ] That how you wanna check up on me? I'm breathin' just fiiiiine. Wanna see?
[ he's quick to use that other hand to pull riddle down, lengthening tongue dragging up from riddle's chin up to his forehead. his eyes glitter with some kind of predatory mischievousness. oh, how he's so lucky to have his dinner right here! right in his lap, where his strong lower half now sticks out somewhat from the tub. a familiar stirring somewhere below his waist begins to cause the skin to part, the most subtle of movements making scales shimmer a little differently compared to the rest of him.
but riddle probably will notice that later. for now? all floyd wants to do is see how much of his tongue he can brutally stuff down his lover's throat. not to choke him, but to explore... this is a different sensation all together. normally he's limited to that silly human shape's biology, where it's held back by the tiniest string of flesh.
how deep can he go... just until the point of discomfort, where he'll know when to stop. ]
[ floyd pauses, the vestiges of seriousness and concentration being wicked away when riddle inquires about the unique form of punishment that has been getting trialed by azul. he's such an innocent little goldfishie! he swims in his bowl whose water hasn't been touched by someone from the outside despite being in a school full of very, very hungry predators. one of them might be preparing him a delicious meal in mere moments! and there floyd is, tilting his head with a growing grin. among other things, as he thinks about... ]
That depends on whether you're willin' to stuff a little thing inside someone's asshole.
[ just not going to pretend it's anything but that. it's why he's cackling now, leaning against riddle and less so into the couch. ]
It nudges right up against their real sensitive spot. Ya know, the one I always hit when I get in ya all the way inside?
[ he sticks out the tip of his tongue. yeah. riddle should know what he's talking about by now. ]
Anyway~ maybe I could demonstrate what it's like for ya. Think there are a couple of loose ones around, want me to go look?
That depends on whether you're willin' to stuff a little thing inside someone's asshole.
[ just not going to pretend it's anything but that. it's why he's cackling now, leaning against riddle and less so into the couch. ]
It nudges right up against their real sensitive spot. Ya know, the one I always hit when I get in ya all the way inside?
[ he sticks out the tip of his tongue. yeah. riddle should know what he's talking about by now. ]
Anyway~ maybe I could demonstrate what it's like for ya. Think there are a couple of loose ones around, want me to go look?
แฆ |Are you sure that's wise? Since we weren't provided with rations and have to fashion our own tools like damned troglodytes, mushrooms may very well be your lifeline. Or are you going to use them to barter? Just so you know, Heartslabyul owns the three berry bushes to the south. I wrote our name in the dirt by them.
[ riddle is about to learn there are no rules when it comes to survival of the fittest. speaking of which-- ]
Trey made one (1) joke about eating each other to survive, and now the rest of the group won't stop talking about it. It's becoming annoying. As you have no doubt guessed, Ace is making mischief. Deuce and Trey are trying to be helpful, but Cater is livestreaming our suffering, which is also annoying.
I'll be sure to stay away from Floyd... If he's bored and moody, he might want to play hide & seek.
[ riddle is about to learn there are no rules when it comes to survival of the fittest. speaking of which-- ]
Trey made one (1) joke about eating each other to survive, and now the rest of the group won't stop talking about it. It's becoming annoying. As you have no doubt guessed, Ace is making mischief. Deuce and Trey are trying to be helpful, but Cater is livestreaming our suffering, which is also annoying.
I'll be sure to stay away from Floyd... If he's bored and moody, he might want to play hide & seek.
แฆ | [ he follows the links, he watches...and he screams irl. riddle is pretty fucking sure the mystery serial killer in the forest will be going out of its way to avoid them. ]
WHY CAN YOU DO THAT
Is this a talent?! Or do you do some form of exercise to achieve this?! Can just anyone have this level of grip strength?
[ aka, can he with his tiny little disney princess hands achieve this someday. obviously no, because riddle is comically unathletic, but a man can dream can't he???? ]
WHY CAN YOU DO THAT
Is this a talent?! Or do you do some form of exercise to achieve this?! Can just anyone have this level of grip strength?
[ aka, can he with his tiny little disney princess hands achieve this someday. obviously no, because riddle is comically unathletic, but a man can dream can't he???? ]
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