[ improvisation is key, though floyd would never consciously do such a thing. whenever riddle feels like his balance is about to be upended, he adjusts--- weight shifts. an extra step. something that keeps them in line with the beat but doesn't throw them both off kilter. that he keeps his hands anchored where they are until they aren't, letting riddle stretch out and away for a brief moment. he's in the moment. they both are. and he's dazzling, radiant, a gem at the bottom of the sea. happiness is fleeting and floyd is dimly aware of that too. maybe one day they'll get to dance again like this, except instead of on human legs, they'd do it in the water.
thoughts like those are what distract him. scenarios of which they'd be just as fun or even more, which leads him to slowing down. that while his body is moving his mind is somewhere else--- but only at the end once the music stops and he's left sweating, breathing heavier than he'd like. that his eyes stay fixed upon the cute little curl of his goldfishie's hair, then down to his eyes. they shine. he loves it. he loves them. covets them. ]
Hey, ya really hung on there. Pretty impressive~
[ deep, slow breaths. the kind that, when he lowers his face down to the top of riddle's head, he can take a long one. inhaling in his scent. he really... he's really fond of the boy. in the kind of way that could drive him crazy if he were to think long and hard about him. ]
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thoughts like those are what distract him. scenarios of which they'd be just as fun or even more, which leads him to slowing down. that while his body is moving his mind is somewhere else--- but only at the end once the music stops and he's left sweating, breathing heavier than he'd like. that his eyes stay fixed upon the cute little curl of his goldfishie's hair, then down to his eyes. they shine. he loves it. he loves them. covets them. ]
Hey, ya really hung on there. Pretty impressive~
[ deep, slow breaths. the kind that, when he lowers his face down to the top of riddle's head, he can take a long one. inhaling in his scent. he really... he's really fond of the boy. in the kind of way that could drive him crazy if he were to think long and hard about him. ]
Could use a lil' bath. What 'bout you?