[ 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. ]
we dem boyzzzz
[ 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. ]