I don't know if I would go so far as to say your brain is normal, but certainly, your memory works as it should.
[ floyd's eccentricity is what makes him him, for better or for worse. he can't imagine this troublesome boy feeling any sort of anguish over how his mind flits from thought to thought, fancy to fancy. to be fair, riddle supposes, this may very well be woefully uncharted territory for him. it's an oddly comforting thought.
especially when he makes that boyishly sweet and delighted face at his last comment. riddle would daresay letting his guard down and using a tender hand on the merman is worth it sometimes. he gets a sincere, warm embrace out of it, not one of those bullying squeezes meant to antagonize. this one too is sweet, delighted. riddle leans into it willingly, if only for a moment, to relish in how good it feels to be desired. ]
I'm beginning to learn as well.
[ he draws away just enough to squeeze some tiny text onto his paper before starting another block of text. ]
Yes. Feel free. Perhaps you can give me your input on the last half? I want to work on condensing my information in a more effective manner, in order to save time. You and my residents keep me so busy these days-- I can't quite justify being superfluous anymore.
[ who knew being less of a cruel shrieking tyrant would reap such not-lonely rewards? ]
[ he fits neatly against floyd's side and that brings a feeling of satisfaction that he's rarely felt before in his life. it just hits differently; while he would say that he and his brother are inseparable, the way that riddle nestles into his body is far more intimate. a closeness that goes past the physical and leaves an imprint that not even the most capricious merman can ignore. it doesn't just benefit him, after all. ]
Ya definitely write a lot. And the way ya do it, ya might as well be the one givin' the lectures.
[ he's pissed trein off more times than he can count. he can only imagine it'd be more interesting if it were riddle up there... floyd definitely couldn't get away with anything if that happened though. ]
Could probably condense things a lil' more. Imagine if ya were writin' 'em for me. Think I'd even get past the first two lines?
[ using himself as an example feels like a natural way for him to think about it, only because if he were a future audience for such material, there's no way floyd would want to read too much. the old KISS method comes to mind. there's also the new kiss method, having the top of riddle's head available. it's right there, free real estate. how could he not press his face into it, nosing through the soft hair, indulging himself with the subtle scent of roses. ]
Is that right? That defeats the purpose of having notes, so there is great room for improvement. Oh, bother.
[ riddle has heard this sort of thing before, but floyd is the first to put it so frankly. by virtue of being something important to him, the other boy avoids a beheading for failing to sugarcoat his criticisms. ]
You do have a point... Were these notes for my reference only, it wouldn't matter so much. I hold study groups, however, so being able to reference information quickly and concisely is of the utmost importance. If I were writing them for you...
[ his thoughts are similar; riddle can't imagine someone with a photographic memory needing to bother with more than a sentence or two of information per point. the best way to get floyd to study would be through positive reinforcement. kisses, smiles, compliments-- ah, but that certainly won't be an option for his residents...
while floyd busies himself with a garden of soft hair, riddle is touching his chin in thought...before ultimately growling and erasing the entirety of his timeline. ]
The notes themselves are a timeline. I should have simply made a visual instead of writing all this out... I dread the thought of throwing all this work out, so I will apply your advice next time.
[ he makes a note to invest in some graph paper for this future endeavor; riddle picks up the small stack of papers, straightens them on the table, then (without tilting his head, of course) offers them to floyd. ]
Feel free to look as much as you'd like-- But do not bend them.
[ unsurprisingly, it bothers him if his notes aren't uniform. ]
[ yes. positive reinforcement through cute and romantic gestures from the housewarden of heartslabyul would probably get most to recoil in fear. then again, floyd is anything but part of the 'most'. he's the one that has acclimated to riddle's behavior, to his succinct and direct nature. to his diligence, to his strictness, but he's no longer some inflexible flower made of cracked glass. he's something much better. someone more fun, someone that his juniors respect more than they did before. ]
Couldn't imagin' ya throwin' anythin' this important out. If ya work hard... ya should keep some kinda proof that ya did it...
[ knowledge is probably enough, but. it never hurts to have something physical in hand.
he does take those already written notes though and beings to peruse them. getting halfway through is probably his limit, which he acknowledges he's already bored even before he gets through the first section pertaining to the hows and whys of rudimentary alchemy and comparing the methods to today's standards and... ]
Eh. Think I got it all.
[ back to aggressively snuggling his partner, who has gone long enough without a more handsy floyd. ]
So this would be a good time to take a break, yeah?~
I agree wholeheartedly. These notes can still be used as a study tool. Perhaps I'll have everyone use them to make visuals? This is something I will give dedicated attention to at a later time.
[ the thought makes him feel a little bit better. being considerate of others and being cared about is still relatively uncharted territory for riddle. his residents have been warming up to him, slowly but surely, and consciously practicing lenience with floyd has opened him to numerous fun experiences he never thought he would be capable of having with the other boy. riddle hates when annoying people are right, but in this case, he must concede: being flexible isn't always so bad (sometimes).
floyd is done so quickly, riddle barely has time to blink and turn in his direction. ]
Normally I would encourage you to push through and continue, but I did promise to play with you once I finished. I would say I'm done for the night. Is there anything you would like to do?
[ in terms of benevolence, he would say that riddle might be second to azul--- and never openly to either of them. being around both about half of the time, almost an even split, it's how they go about their ways of displaying it that makes it all the more interesting. that the little rosy queen would share his knowledge with others if only to ensure they would learn from it... no cost attached. crazy.
flexibility is key. and the more flexible one becomes, the better. ]
Yeah, there is!
[ all thoughts of studying and retaining said knowledge has gone out the window. it's now about fun. so what does someone like floyd want to do when riddle has finally completed his task? ]
Guessin' a swim is probably outta the question... let's go back to your room. 'kay?~
A swim is absolutely "outta the question." It would be a massive rule violation. A quiet night in in my room sounds just splendid, however.
[ with a quick nod, riddle stands before picking up the neat arrangement of books and notes, and tucks them to his chest. he turns to floyd with a small, warm smile. ]
Shall we be off? Heartslabyul can be confusing at times, so stay close. We can't have you tumbling into a rabbit hole, now.
[ a bit of wonderland humor. riddle thinks it's hilarious, but keeps his tittering to himself in favor of leading floyd towards one end of the double-sided staircase in the back of the dorm lounge. up and all around they go, to the housewarden's quarters. ]
Be honest, Floyd. Do you really to tell me you didn't plan anything exciting when coming here? Is this really alright?
[ not that riddle dislikes the prospect of an evening inside, but he knows how floyd is. knows the other boy likes action and adventure. riddle doesn't want to be a killjoy-- he hears it enough from his residents. ]
[ look at him, so happy and clear-eyed. floyd can't help but wrap one arm protectively around the housewarden's shoulders, more than happy to play the part of a loyal boyfriend--- because he is. as flighty as he can be while at his best and indifferent and ignorant at his worst, he still keeps riddle in his thoughts at all times. perhaps he might be the only person he can focus on despite being one of the students most likely to follow every whim that passes through his head. ]
Ehhhhh, naaaah. Showin' up here was pretty much all I thought 'bout doin'. Did ya want me to spring somethin' on ya? 'cause I can. Still can, Goldfishie~
[ if that's what riddle wants, then that's what he can get. in fact--- every step they take towards the other's quarters, a new idea blossoms and then immediately disintegrates. a swim wasn't in their future, but what else could they do that might be similar? that might get riddle to both recoil but embrace? he might seem like he's zoning out, absentmindedly going through the motions as they approach the door and he nearly walks into it. ]
What aren't ya willin' to do?
[ this is a fake question. he's already got it in mind. ]
That isn't what I meant. I simply wanted to make sure you weren't missing out on something you wanted to do for my sake.
[ it's odd to admit for some reason. it feels embarrassing. vulnerable. but, riddle is notorious for wearing his heart on his sleeve even when he does his best to remain cool-headed and impartial. if there's anyone he should feel free to be vulnerable around, shouldn't it be his boyfriend who is surprisingly showing himself to be doting and attentive?
riddle's cheeks are red by the time they reach the door. before floyd can get into a fight with the doorknob, riddle lets them both in, and is mindful of closing it behind them before continuing. he lingers in place, watching floyd from wherever the other boy flitted off to. ]
I know our hobbies and interests are different, and the things I enjoy are considered boring by many... I would love nothing more than a relaxing night in, but it is your turn to choose our activity.
[ with a few careful steps forward, riddle contemplates the fake question, unaware that floyd already has wonderful plan in store for them. ]
Swimming, sports, anything messy... Other than that, whatever you want to do, I will try to be open to it. Fair is fair.
[ ah, so it seems like having a 'who can bite the hardest' contest is out of the question. damn. something that floyd could easily win without a sweat... which would also be messy. probably. he's hearing riddle but he's also digging into his pocket, pulling out his phone along with a few other random candy wrappers and also something that he might need for later--- a condom. hey, always be prepared. ]
Eh, we don't have to share all the same things. We just gotta share the important ones. And borin' really isn't somethin' I care about either 'cause everythin' gets like that eventually...
[ trailing off as he impatiently smacks the screen a few times. ]
.. but not people. Been 'round Azul and Jade forever, ya know. Anyway!
[ finally, the phone obeys floyd's taps and out of it begins some music. something that is... probably not something anyone would expect the eel to listen to. he holds out his hand with a snicker and bows slightly. ]
[ a hum of thought. oddly enough, what the other boy is saying makes sense. unlike hobbies, people are complex and ever-changing. will floyd really be able to stay fascinated with him long enough to one day fall in love? riddle himself doesn't know exactly how he feels... just that he knows he doesn't want floyd to leave him in the dust, or ever end up finding him dull. if they could go on, learning about each other and the world around them together forever... if he could make sense of his inner demons and just admit he wants to fall in love too--
he shakes his head just in time to examine the small mess that comes out of floyd's pocket along with his phone. the condom doesn't go amiss to him, and it's enough to get his cheeks turning bright red, riddle turning away momentarily to hide his embarrassment. he has lubricant in the top drawer of his side table. something about floyd being ready for him no matter the occasion is flattering. ]
...I suppose that makes sense. I imagine it's impossible to grow weary of your childhood friends. Having people whom you know will be by your side forever must be a comforting feeling.
[ but, riddle doesn't want to think about what life after college will be like. if his mother will allow him to keep his friendships, or if life will return to the way it was before he left.
he wants to think of the elegant, romantic melody coming from floyd's phone. the housewarden turns to face the other boy just in time to watch him bow, hand extended like a gentleman. riddle can't help help chuckling behind a hand. ]
Well, I would be remiss not to accept. Yes, let us.
[ with a smile, riddle gives a small curtsey, before placing his tiny hand in floyd's. with slow and purposeful steps, he closes the distance between them. ]
I am well-versed in several waltzes, and the polonaise. I have a feeling we won't be following any sort of traditional steps, however.
[ when the moment strikes... then it strikes. he'd be a fool to never be prepared for riddle. it's not just floyd who craves a deeper, more carnal desire now and then. something about the other always being in a state of concentrated determination when it comes to his studies always means there's an equally powerful need to sate those physical urges. and the more they're together, the more often he doesn't hide it. he doesn't have to. even better that floyd keeps his teeth out of the equation out of respect; no one wants to explain a particularly bitey merman's markings to the school nurse. ]
What do ya mean? I know how to dance to music like this!
[ yes. deliberate steps that take account of their size difference. their step size, their foot size, all of those things. that he keeps his other hand on riddle's back, forearm barely touching his shoulder. it's good they're in a private space--- they'd probably look ridiculous together? or they'd make everyone around them so jealous that the dance would become a brawl. that'd be fun too.
but there's a little trick to this track. something that riddle might not anticipate while floyd knows. he's a certified knower. that for every thirty seconds that play, the tempo seems to... increase by a few bpms. that instead of staying slow in the first three minutes, there's a gradual accelerando that's been added to this waltz. ]
Fun dance, huh?
[ while riddle might have the upperhand in experience, floyd has it in knowledge. will he be able to keep up? he's not bothered by the speed because, well, he just likes moving. he likes swaying from side to side. being fluid. and if he can find that moment where riddle can't keep up, he'll take over. far from swinging the housewarden around in his room, but he's not afraid to lead.
it's not quite chaotic. but it's definitely not a waltz anymore. ]
[ at first he raises a brow, dubious of the merman's claim. floyd? knowing traditional steps? following rules? riddle will believe it when he sees it.
and see it he does-- floyd leads them flawlessly, as if he's been waltzing longer than he's had legs. counting the beats, the measures, taking longer and wider steps in accordance to them. riddle would sooner fellate a cactus than admit it, but truthfully he's rusty. sure, he was taught extensively in the royal ways, it was a necessity given his mother's reputation, but his academics took precedence above all else. there are moments where he falls out of step, is too short to keep up, even nudges floyd's shoe with the tip of his boot...but floyd covers for him, and so seamlessly at that. riddle doesn't have time to scold himself or feel foolish.
in fact: ]
It is rather fun. I can't remember when I last enjoyed dancing like this.
[ probably never, but the longer they go on, the more improvised their steps become, and soon riddle finds himself giggling now and then; when their turns are extra sharp, when their sweeps are larger than what would be considered normal, he barks with laughter when he nearly stumbles into floyd. needless to say, this is more than "rather" fun.
can they dance like this forever? riddle wonders this with fondness as he gives a wide twirl away, squeezing floyd's hand, only to spin back into him, pressed against the other boy's body, staring up into those mismatched eyes. riddle can't bring himself to move or look away, his cheeks bright red and eyes glimmering with delight. he knows they should be dancing, but riddle can't help himself. he just...really, really likes the merman holding him close like this. ]
[ 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. ]
[ gloating and blustering would be his typical response. in spite of his rustiness, riddle would still be skilled enough to survive a waltz, and more importantly-- by now, he knows floyd well enough to match his steps well enough. maybe he'll stumble now and then, lag behind sometimes, step on his toes, but riddle swears he'll always be there. by his side, in his arms, no matter the occasion.
dancing is hard work, especially in heavy high-heeled boots, so riddle too is winded. he swears that's why his heart could pound its way out of his chest, doubly so when he feels the shape of floyd's smile against his head. riddle's eyes flutter shut in longing, unconsciously leaning into the taller boy. his face couldn't get hotter-- or so he thinks. ]
Mm... I believe I do as well.
[ the heat reaches the tips of his ears, and riddle doesn't know when his hands found themselves gripping the front of floyd's shirt, but they are. his throat feels dry, his lips tingle. it takes far too much courage to say what he does, even though intellectually riddle can't imagine being denied. ]
My tub is large enough to fit both of us...if you find the idea agreeable.
[ there's no world where floyd could deny riddle this kind of indulgence--- the ultimate kind. the personal kind. they have the luxury of privacy, having a housewarden's private quarters and bathroom. he's seen azul's a few times but never had the opportunity to use them. here, however... he can live like a king. or prince. or whatever role riddle would want him to occupy. he doesn't mind going along for the ride if that's how the flow is taking him.
but right now, he looks. well. ripe for the taking. ]
Thought ya'd never ask. [ even if it was floyd's idea. an offer is better than just walking in without saying anything. first things first: those lips need some attention, and floyd is more than happy to provide it.
it's not the kind of romantic and gentle kiss that riddle might've expected, but something way more realistic: hot and firm, a touch harsh and bruising. that floyd doesn't hold back, grinding the meat of his lips into riddle's. after all--- they just had a pretty intense dance, so it doesn't lack passion. one arm snakes behind to allow his hand to cradle the back of riddle's head, to keep him steady. to keep him from wilting due to the pressure. ]
[ so floyd had the same idea? riddle can't help a sigh of relief, even though he knew the other boy would say yes. he knows their desire for each other is mutual-- perhaps it's the prospect of being seen as needy, or weak to floyd's touch. of being too much so soon, even though floyd went into this relationship knowing riddle has always held a fascination with him, wants to be loved by him.
would that be such a bad thing if he was needy? he's certainly weak to the merman's touch whether he wants to admit it or not. when their lips press together, and hard at that, riddle instantly melts, taking steps closer until he's able to cradle their bodies together, his arms stretched up so he can drape them over floyd's shoulders.
rather than coax the other boy's tongue into his mouth immediately, riddle thinks back to their previous kissing lessons. floyd likes teeth, floyd likes when he gets hedonistic and wild. riddle drags his teeth over that insistent bottom lip nudging hard and full against his own, nibbles it, runs his tongue over it. he can't help feeding floyd a soft, curious little noise.
nor can he help one of his hands coming down to finger the first button of his shirt. ]
[ it's always a funny thing to him when they hug. when they kiss. that he has to sort of bend slightly in some way in order to make it as comfortable as possible for them both. but therein lies one of the more interesting things--- that both have to adjust. they have to meet each other halfway. if there's anything floyd knows it's recognizing what is and isn't fair in front of him. he's not going to let riddle have everything he wants, nor does he expect it from the little red rose.
both eyebrows rise upon the feeling of teeth against his bottom lip and he feels a swelling of pride in his chest. he's positive there's no where in any of those books of his that says anything about utilizing those pearly whites to show affection in any form. that would be crass! unbecoming! so it's all baby steps from here on out and riddle knows what floyd likes, and he's just... ooh, so thrilled. it sends a chill down his spine. ]
Here, lemme help ya out...
[ hands cover riddle's, rest on top of them, help him sneak each button out from its hole. does it really help or hurt to rush? the longer they take, the longer they can kiss. but the faster they do will help reveal floyd's upper body, with all the definition and length that he has. ]
[ he knew intellectually that floyd would delight in what he does with his teeth-- isn't that how morays tend to communicate their feelings, after all? still, part of him was nervous about utilizing what he'd learned in their prior lesson. what nearly tipped floyd over the edge.
much to riddle's relief, not only does the other boy kiss back, but when floyd draws away, his something about his tone is sensuous to riddle's ears. maybe it's the hands covering his as they slowly take care of his buttons. floyd is gorgeous after all, with a body that has just the right amount of definition without being stocky like some savanaclaw boys. a swimmer's body, maybe. riddle feels his breath catch in his chest, his ears growing hot when he realizes he's roving his gaze up and down. ]
...Perhaps trouble is exactly what I want.
[ his voice is soft and breathy. staring into mismatched, jewel-like eyes, riddle guides the other boy's hands to his own shirt, lining his fingertips up to the high buttons in silent encouragement, before reaching forward himself to slowly start working at floyd's pants. suddenly, they can't get into the damned tub fast enough. ]
Or maybe I'm the one looking to get you in a bit of trouble instead.
[ they don't just use their teeth, but their entire body. the entire length of an eel is fair game for anyone who is willing to get up close and personal. if that includes a curious little goldfishie, then that means he'll be more than willing to allow him in his space--- and not just for the most gentle of chompings. blood in the water attracts predators of all kinds but he knows that riddle wouldn't allow anyone else to get near.
despite his excitement and the thrill that causes color to warm his cheeks, floyd's hands are steady. they do everything except pull the damn clothes off, knowing he needs to show some kind of restraint--- let riddle be the one who takes charge. it's like opening presents on a holiday for an eager child, except what he finds beneath floyd's clothes are muscle and flesh, no sign of gills or fins, but a long and firm build that practically emulates the kind of form he'd take if he forgot to have the correct potions on hand. ]
Guess ya can't break rules that aren't written yet. [ he snickers, rolling his hips into riddle's hands. ] Or do ya wanna make some just so ya can do just that?~
[ floyd's eyes are laser focused on the smaller housewarden's as he finally gets to the last button, carefully pulling everything off as he leads them both toward the tub. ]
You should already know-- All ways are always the Queen's way.
[ what does that mean? admittedly, riddle isn't completely sure. he just knows that right now he wants floyd, there are no rules standing in his way, and even if there were, he's already defied a personal expectation of his; doubtless he could find a way to twist his way around it. within the walls of heartslabyul, riddle is the law, and it's a privilege he has no qualms with utilizing.
that emboldening nudge of hips against his hands gets riddle to work faster, his fingers deft but eager, an excitable and lofty smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he's half-aware as he follows floyd's steps towards the tub; by the time they're right next to it, riddle has finished undoing the other boy's pants, but rather than take them off as well, he gets to work on undressing himself. better to do it himself than run the risk of floyd popping his buttons in a fit of excitement.
to the surprise of no one, the queen's private bathroom is the pure definition of opulence, red and black and white wallpaper sporting haphazardly placed card suits, the checkered floor tile decorated with crimson heart-shaped inlays; the wall lamps are lush candelabras overflowing with red roses and dripping with rubies, the rose-shaped sconces emitting a soft and soothing glow. at the far end of the room lies the sink and all its awkwardly-proportioned glory, a dedicated powder counter just next to it where all manner of skincare products, perfumes, and even a makeup display sit, lovingly organized in front of a massive heart-shaped mirror.
of course the tub is enormous since it was modeled to accommodate the queen of hearts herself; the double-slipper tub set against the wall stands atop golden clawed feet, the telephone-style faucet mounted close behind letting loose a steady stream of steaming water, the temperature hot enough to lift dirt and soothe away the day's soreness without scalding the skin of delicate rose queens. thanks to its various enchantments, the water never seems to overflow and drains without issue. the garishly tall and misshapen rack of fresh towels and bathrobes are in arm's reach (well, riddle's arm's reach), making for the perfect bastion of relaxation down to the very end of one's bath.
riddle is hardly concerned with the end of their soak though. in fact, he's already divested himself of his blouse and boots by the time he's back to standing on his tiptoes to press a coquettish kiss to the merman's lips before easing his trousers and bloomers off his trim hips. ]
Come in with me.
[ stepping out of his pants, riddle hooks his fingers into the belt loops floyd's pants to lead him along until the small of his back meets the curved edge of the tub; he releases the other boy in favor of climbing in slowly, leaving floyd to remove the last of his clothing and join his queen in the fragrant water. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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...! ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
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[ floyd's eccentricity is what makes him him, for better or for worse. he can't imagine this troublesome boy feeling any sort of anguish over how his mind flits from thought to thought, fancy to fancy. to be fair, riddle supposes, this may very well be woefully uncharted territory for him. it's an oddly comforting thought.
especially when he makes that boyishly sweet and delighted face at his last comment. riddle would daresay letting his guard down and using a tender hand on the merman is worth it sometimes. he gets a sincere, warm embrace out of it, not one of those bullying squeezes meant to antagonize. this one too is sweet, delighted. riddle leans into it willingly, if only for a moment, to relish in how good it feels to be desired. ]
I'm beginning to learn as well.
[ he draws away just enough to squeeze some tiny text onto his paper before starting another block of text. ]
Yes. Feel free. Perhaps you can give me your input on the last half? I want to work on condensing my information in a more effective manner, in order to save time. You and my residents keep me so busy these days-- I can't quite justify being superfluous anymore.
[ who knew being less of a cruel shrieking tyrant would reap such not-lonely rewards? ]
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Ya definitely write a lot. And the way ya do it, ya might as well be the one givin' the lectures.
[ he's pissed trein off more times than he can count. he can only imagine it'd be more interesting if it were riddle up there... floyd definitely couldn't get away with anything if that happened though. ]
Could probably condense things a lil' more. Imagine if ya were writin' 'em for me. Think I'd even get past the first two lines?
[ using himself as an example feels like a natural way for him to think about it, only because if he were a future audience for such material, there's no way floyd would want to read too much. the old KISS method comes to mind. there's also the new kiss method, having the top of riddle's head available. it's right there, free real estate. how could he not press his face into it, nosing through the soft hair, indulging himself with the subtle scent of roses. ]
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[ riddle has heard this sort of thing before, but floyd is the first to put it so frankly. by virtue of being something important to him, the other boy avoids a beheading for failing to sugarcoat his criticisms. ]
You do have a point... Were these notes for my reference only, it wouldn't matter so much. I hold study groups, however, so being able to reference information quickly and concisely is of the utmost importance. If I were writing them for you...
[ his thoughts are similar; riddle can't imagine someone with a photographic memory needing to bother with more than a sentence or two of information per point. the best way to get floyd to study would be through positive reinforcement. kisses, smiles, compliments-- ah, but that certainly won't be an option for his residents...
while floyd busies himself with a garden of soft hair, riddle is touching his chin in thought...before ultimately growling and erasing the entirety of his timeline. ]
The notes themselves are a timeline. I should have simply made a visual instead of writing all this out... I dread the thought of throwing all this work out, so I will apply your advice next time.
[ he makes a note to invest in some graph paper for this future endeavor; riddle picks up the small stack of papers, straightens them on the table, then (without tilting his head, of course) offers them to floyd. ]
Feel free to look as much as you'd like-- But do not bend them.
[ unsurprisingly, it bothers him if his notes aren't uniform. ]
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Couldn't imagin' ya throwin' anythin' this important out. If ya work hard... ya should keep some kinda proof that ya did it...
[ knowledge is probably enough, but. it never hurts to have something physical in hand.
he does take those already written notes though and beings to peruse them. getting halfway through is probably his limit, which he acknowledges he's already bored even before he gets through the first section pertaining to the hows and whys of rudimentary alchemy and comparing the methods to today's standards and... ]
Eh. Think I got it all.
[ back to aggressively snuggling his partner, who has gone long enough without a more handsy floyd. ]
So this would be a good time to take a break, yeah?~
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I agree wholeheartedly. These notes can still be used as a study tool. Perhaps I'll have everyone use them to make visuals? This is something I will give dedicated attention to at a later time.
[ the thought makes him feel a little bit better. being considerate of others and being cared about is still relatively uncharted territory for riddle. his residents have been warming up to him, slowly but surely, and consciously practicing lenience with floyd has opened him to numerous fun experiences he never thought he would be capable of having with the other boy. riddle hates when annoying people are right, but in this case, he must concede: being flexible isn't always so bad (sometimes).
floyd is done so quickly, riddle barely has time to blink and turn in his direction. ]
Normally I would encourage you to push through and continue, but I did promise to play with you once I finished. I would say I'm done for the night. Is there anything you would like to do?
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flexibility is key. and the more flexible one becomes, the better. ]
Yeah, there is!
[ all thoughts of studying and retaining said knowledge has gone out the window. it's now about fun. so what does someone like floyd want to do when riddle has finally completed his task? ]
Guessin' a swim is probably outta the question... let's go back to your room. 'kay?~
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A swim is absolutely "outta the question." It would be a massive rule violation. A quiet night in in my room sounds just splendid, however.
[ with a quick nod, riddle stands before picking up the neat arrangement of books and notes, and tucks them to his chest. he turns to floyd with a small, warm smile. ]
Shall we be off? Heartslabyul can be confusing at times, so stay close. We can't have you tumbling into a rabbit hole, now.
[ a bit of wonderland humor. riddle thinks it's hilarious, but keeps his tittering to himself in favor of leading floyd towards one end of the double-sided staircase in the back of the dorm lounge. up and all around they go, to the housewarden's quarters. ]
Be honest, Floyd. Do you really to tell me you didn't plan anything exciting when coming here? Is this really alright?
[ not that riddle dislikes the prospect of an evening inside, but he knows how floyd is. knows the other boy likes action and adventure. riddle doesn't want to be a killjoy-- he hears it enough from his residents. ]
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Ehhhhh, naaaah. Showin' up here was pretty much all I thought 'bout doin'. Did ya want me to spring somethin' on ya? 'cause I can. Still can, Goldfishie~
[ if that's what riddle wants, then that's what he can get. in fact--- every step they take towards the other's quarters, a new idea blossoms and then immediately disintegrates. a swim wasn't in their future, but what else could they do that might be similar? that might get riddle to both recoil but embrace? he might seem like he's zoning out, absentmindedly going through the motions as they approach the door and he nearly walks into it. ]
What aren't ya willin' to do?
[ this is a fake question. he's already got it in mind. ]
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That isn't what I meant. I simply wanted to make sure you weren't missing out on something you wanted to do for my sake.
[ it's odd to admit for some reason. it feels embarrassing. vulnerable. but, riddle is notorious for wearing his heart on his sleeve even when he does his best to remain cool-headed and impartial. if there's anyone he should feel free to be vulnerable around, shouldn't it be his boyfriend who is surprisingly showing himself to be doting and attentive?
riddle's cheeks are red by the time they reach the door. before floyd can get into a fight with the doorknob, riddle lets them both in, and is mindful of closing it behind them before continuing. he lingers in place, watching floyd from wherever the other boy flitted off to. ]
I know our hobbies and interests are different, and the things I enjoy are considered boring by many... I would love nothing more than a relaxing night in, but it is your turn to choose our activity.
[ with a few careful steps forward, riddle contemplates the fake question, unaware that floyd already has wonderful plan in store for them. ]
Swimming, sports, anything messy... Other than that, whatever you want to do, I will try to be open to it. Fair is fair.
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Eh, we don't have to share all the same things. We just gotta share the important ones. And borin' really isn't somethin' I care about either 'cause everythin' gets like that eventually...
[ trailing off as he impatiently smacks the screen a few times. ]
.. but not people. Been 'round Azul and Jade forever, ya know. Anyway!
[ finally, the phone obeys floyd's taps and out of it begins some music. something that is... probably not something anyone would expect the eel to listen to. he holds out his hand with a snicker and bows slightly. ]
Let's dance.
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he shakes his head just in time to examine the small mess that comes out of floyd's pocket along with his phone. the condom doesn't go amiss to him, and it's enough to get his cheeks turning bright red, riddle turning away momentarily to hide his embarrassment. he has lubricant in the top drawer of his side table. something about floyd being ready for him no matter the occasion is flattering. ]
...I suppose that makes sense. I imagine it's impossible to grow weary of your childhood friends. Having people whom you know will be by your side forever must be a comforting feeling.
[ but, riddle doesn't want to think about what life after college will be like. if his mother will allow him to keep his friendships, or if life will return to the way it was before he left.
he wants to think of the elegant, romantic melody coming from floyd's phone. the housewarden turns to face the other boy just in time to watch him bow, hand extended like a gentleman. riddle can't help help chuckling behind a hand. ]
Well, I would be remiss not to accept. Yes, let us.
[ with a smile, riddle gives a small curtsey, before placing his tiny hand in floyd's. with slow and purposeful steps, he closes the distance between them. ]
I am well-versed in several waltzes, and the polonaise. I have a feeling we won't be following any sort of traditional steps, however.
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What do ya mean? I know how to dance to music like this!
[ yes. deliberate steps that take account of their size difference. their step size, their foot size, all of those things. that he keeps his other hand on riddle's back, forearm barely touching his shoulder. it's good they're in a private space--- they'd probably look ridiculous together? or they'd make everyone around them so jealous that the dance would become a brawl. that'd be fun too.
but there's a little trick to this track. something that riddle might not anticipate while floyd knows. he's a certified knower. that for every thirty seconds that play, the tempo seems to... increase by a few bpms. that instead of staying slow in the first three minutes, there's a gradual accelerando that's been added to this waltz. ]
Fun dance, huh?
[ while riddle might have the upperhand in experience, floyd has it in knowledge. will he be able to keep up? he's not bothered by the speed because, well, he just likes moving. he likes swaying from side to side. being fluid. and if he can find that moment where riddle can't keep up, he'll take over. far from swinging the housewarden around in his room, but he's not afraid to lead.
it's not quite chaotic. but it's definitely not a waltz anymore. ]
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and see it he does-- floyd leads them flawlessly, as if he's been waltzing longer than he's had legs. counting the beats, the measures, taking longer and wider steps in accordance to them. riddle would sooner fellate a cactus than admit it, but truthfully he's rusty. sure, he was taught extensively in the royal ways, it was a necessity given his mother's reputation, but his academics took precedence above all else. there are moments where he falls out of step, is too short to keep up, even nudges floyd's shoe with the tip of his boot...but floyd covers for him, and so seamlessly at that. riddle doesn't have time to scold himself or feel foolish.
in fact: ]
It is rather fun. I can't remember when I last enjoyed dancing like this.
[ probably never, but the longer they go on, the more improvised their steps become, and soon riddle finds himself giggling now and then; when their turns are extra sharp, when their sweeps are larger than what would be considered normal, he barks with laughter when he nearly stumbles into floyd. needless to say, this is more than "rather" fun.
can they dance like this forever? riddle wonders this with fondness as he gives a wide twirl away, squeezing floyd's hand, only to spin back into him, pressed against the other boy's body, staring up into those mismatched eyes. riddle can't bring himself to move or look away, his cheeks bright red and eyes glimmering with delight. he knows they should be dancing, but riddle can't help himself. he just...really, really likes the merman holding him close like this. ]
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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?
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dancing is hard work, especially in heavy high-heeled boots, so riddle too is winded. he swears that's why his heart could pound its way out of his chest, doubly so when he feels the shape of floyd's smile against his head. riddle's eyes flutter shut in longing, unconsciously leaning into the taller boy. his face couldn't get hotter-- or so he thinks. ]
Mm... I believe I do as well.
[ the heat reaches the tips of his ears, and riddle doesn't know when his hands found themselves gripping the front of floyd's shirt, but they are. his throat feels dry, his lips tingle. it takes far too much courage to say what he does, even though intellectually riddle can't imagine being denied. ]
My tub is large enough to fit both of us...if you find the idea agreeable.
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but right now, he looks. well. ripe for the taking. ]
Thought ya'd never ask. [ even if it was floyd's idea. an offer is better than just walking in without saying anything. first things first: those lips need some attention, and floyd is more than happy to provide it.
it's not the kind of romantic and gentle kiss that riddle might've expected, but something way more realistic: hot and firm, a touch harsh and bruising. that floyd doesn't hold back, grinding the meat of his lips into riddle's. after all--- they just had a pretty intense dance, so it doesn't lack passion. one arm snakes behind to allow his hand to cradle the back of riddle's head, to keep him steady. to keep him from wilting due to the pressure. ]
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would that be such a bad thing if he was needy? he's certainly weak to the merman's touch whether he wants to admit it or not. when their lips press together, and hard at that, riddle instantly melts, taking steps closer until he's able to cradle their bodies together, his arms stretched up so he can drape them over floyd's shoulders.
rather than coax the other boy's tongue into his mouth immediately, riddle thinks back to their previous kissing lessons. floyd likes teeth, floyd likes when he gets hedonistic and wild. riddle drags his teeth over that insistent bottom lip nudging hard and full against his own, nibbles it, runs his tongue over it. he can't help feeding floyd a soft, curious little noise.
nor can he help one of his hands coming down to finger the first button of his shirt. ]
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both eyebrows rise upon the feeling of teeth against his bottom lip and he feels a swelling of pride in his chest. he's positive there's no where in any of those books of his that says anything about utilizing those pearly whites to show affection in any form. that would be crass! unbecoming! so it's all baby steps from here on out and riddle knows what floyd likes, and he's just... ooh, so thrilled. it sends a chill down his spine. ]
Here, lemme help ya out...
[ hands cover riddle's, rest on top of them, help him sneak each button out from its hole. does it really help or hurt to rush? the longer they take, the longer they can kiss. but the faster they do will help reveal floyd's upper body, with all the definition and length that he has. ]
... curious hands might get ya in trouble~
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much to riddle's relief, not only does the other boy kiss back, but when floyd draws away, his something about his tone is sensuous to riddle's ears. maybe it's the hands covering his as they slowly take care of his buttons. floyd is gorgeous after all, with a body that has just the right amount of definition without being stocky like some savanaclaw boys. a swimmer's body, maybe. riddle feels his breath catch in his chest, his ears growing hot when he realizes he's roving his gaze up and down. ]
...Perhaps trouble is exactly what I want.
[ his voice is soft and breathy. staring into mismatched, jewel-like eyes, riddle guides the other boy's hands to his own shirt, lining his fingertips up to the high buttons in silent encouragement, before reaching forward himself to slowly start working at floyd's pants. suddenly, they can't get into the damned tub fast enough. ]
Or maybe I'm the one looking to get you in a bit of trouble instead.
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despite his excitement and the thrill that causes color to warm his cheeks, floyd's hands are steady. they do everything except pull the damn clothes off, knowing he needs to show some kind of restraint--- let riddle be the one who takes charge. it's like opening presents on a holiday for an eager child, except what he finds beneath floyd's clothes are muscle and flesh, no sign of gills or fins, but a long and firm build that practically emulates the kind of form he'd take if he forgot to have the correct potions on hand. ]
Guess ya can't break rules that aren't written yet. [ he snickers, rolling his hips into riddle's hands. ] Or do ya wanna make some just so ya can do just that?~
[ floyd's eyes are laser focused on the smaller housewarden's as he finally gets to the last button, carefully pulling everything off as he leads them both toward the tub. ]
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[ what does that mean? admittedly, riddle isn't completely sure. he just knows that right now he wants floyd, there are no rules standing in his way, and even if there were, he's already defied a personal expectation of his; doubtless he could find a way to twist his way around it. within the walls of heartslabyul, riddle is the law, and it's a privilege he has no qualms with utilizing.
that emboldening nudge of hips against his hands gets riddle to work faster, his fingers deft but eager, an excitable and lofty smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he's half-aware as he follows floyd's steps towards the tub; by the time they're right next to it, riddle has finished undoing the other boy's pants, but rather than take them off as well, he gets to work on undressing himself. better to do it himself than run the risk of floyd popping his buttons in a fit of excitement.
to the surprise of no one, the queen's private bathroom is the pure definition of opulence, red and black and white wallpaper sporting haphazardly placed card suits, the checkered floor tile decorated with crimson heart-shaped inlays; the wall lamps are lush candelabras overflowing with red roses and dripping with rubies, the rose-shaped sconces emitting a soft and soothing glow. at the far end of the room lies the sink and all its awkwardly-proportioned glory, a dedicated powder counter just next to it where all manner of skincare products, perfumes, and even a makeup display sit, lovingly organized in front of a massive heart-shaped mirror.
of course the tub is enormous since it was modeled to accommodate the queen of hearts herself; the double-slipper tub set against the wall stands atop golden clawed feet, the telephone-style faucet mounted close behind letting loose a steady stream of steaming water, the temperature hot enough to lift dirt and soothe away the day's soreness without scalding the skin of delicate rose queens. thanks to its various enchantments, the water never seems to overflow and drains without issue. the garishly tall and misshapen rack of fresh towels and bathrobes are in arm's reach (well, riddle's arm's reach), making for the perfect bastion of relaxation down to the very end of one's bath.
riddle is hardly concerned with the end of their soak though. in fact, he's already divested himself of his blouse and boots by the time he's back to standing on his tiptoes to press a coquettish kiss to the merman's lips before easing his trousers and bloomers off his trim hips. ]
Come in with me.
[ stepping out of his pants, riddle hooks his fingers into the belt loops floyd's pants to lead him along until the small of his back meets the curved edge of the tub; he releases the other boy in favor of climbing in slowly, leaving floyd to remove the last of his clothing and join his queen in the fragrant water. ]
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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. ]
we are so f*cking back
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...! ]
lets f*cking gooooo
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.
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. ]
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