[ yes, sometimes his eagerness gets the best of him. clothes have been torn, zippers ruined, and buttons lost when he's at the start of a particular kind of feeding frenzy. this time he's more or less patient, letting riddle take care of him in a way that no other has been allowed to. he is a radiant gem, a precious ruby embedded in a preserved statue beneath the salty waves of the sea, and something he would be loathe to lose. so with that in mind, floyd can keep his fingers from being too quick for his thoughts for once. just this once. no promises in the future.
it's being this bathroom that makes him feel... not so much awkward, but he doesn't particularly care for the aesthetic. funny how being part of a specific dorm changes his affinity towards certain colors and styles, but the reality is that octavinelle has been practically perfect for him. which is to say that it doesn't mean he dislikes the red and whites, the repeated imagery of the queen in the symbols and the motifs that decorate the bathroom. he can appreciate it when this is riddle's preferred place, but it's only because he's with riddle that he does. anyone else would get the silent and ignored treatment for sure.
once riddle is done leading them both to the bath, the first thing he catches is the scent of that water. floral, not overpoweringly sweet, and carries hints of what he could get when he presses his nose against riddle's skin on occasion. it's pleasant. does he think he's a perfect match for it? probably not, but.... that's okay. he prefers the salt, the warm ocean breeze, but this is good. he will enjoy it.
his pants are easily removed and he is left nude--- in the bare. and as he steps into follow, there's something that floyd has forgotten. it didn't seem that important before but right now, it feels very relevant. especially as he slides into the water on the opposite side of the tub, letting him face riddle with a grin that spreads across his face like melted butter. ]
Heh. Feels like we should've been doin' this more often.
[ floyd laughs languidly, completely ignorant of the fact that the sides of his head are beginning to pale. slowly but surely. the traces and ridges of fins starting to make themselves known. ]
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it's being this bathroom that makes him feel... not so much awkward, but he doesn't particularly care for the aesthetic. funny how being part of a specific dorm changes his affinity towards certain colors and styles, but the reality is that octavinelle has been practically perfect for him. which is to say that it doesn't mean he dislikes the red and whites, the repeated imagery of the queen in the symbols and the motifs that decorate the bathroom. he can appreciate it when this is riddle's preferred place, but it's only because he's with riddle that he does. anyone else would get the silent and ignored treatment for sure.
once riddle is done leading them both to the bath, the first thing he catches is the scent of that water. floral, not overpoweringly sweet, and carries hints of what he could get when he presses his nose against riddle's skin on occasion. it's pleasant. does he think he's a perfect match for it? probably not, but.... that's okay. he prefers the salt, the warm ocean breeze, but this is good. he will enjoy it.
his pants are easily removed and he is left nude--- in the bare. and as he steps into follow, there's something that floyd has forgotten. it didn't seem that important before but right now, it feels very relevant. especially as he slides into the water on the opposite side of the tub, letting him face riddle with a grin that spreads across his face like melted butter. ]
Heh. Feels like we should've been doin' this more often.
[ floyd laughs languidly, completely ignorant of the fact that the sides of his head are beginning to pale. slowly but surely. the traces and ridges of fins starting to make themselves known. ]