Only "kinda"? It's simply how I feel. You wouldn't be the first to tell me I'm a touch mad.
Is it truly baiting me if I knowingly and long to follow you down into the depths? I have come to expect it at this point. Or are you saying you would be fine leaving me up here, all by my lonesome?
As long as you remain yourself, you can be a touch anything you want. I wouldn't be this drawn to you if you were anything less than a touch mad yourself though.
I rather like the sound of that. As I said, so long as you continue to spoil and adore me, you can squeeze me to your heart's content. Sound fair?
You would be surprised by how many people would disagree with you. While I'm not interested in becoming popular like Vil, there *is* a reason my company consists of my dorm mates, Yuu, and the maze creatures.
Believe it or not, I'm actually free right now. I have no plans for the evening, so dinner would be lovely. Will this be a casual affair, or will I need to freshen up?
I would be a fool to turn down your cooking. Oh, but is it really alright for us to be there? Is the kitchen not closed? Plus, the VIP room requires a deposit, does it not? As tempting as I find your offer, my current funds may not suffice...
yes what do u think azuls going to notice im always doing what i want anyway this way the food doesnt go to waste
ur not paying a cent im gonna head there now and start prepping u just come in and say ur with me if anyone gives you trouble theyll be the main course
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.
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. ]
[ 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~
[ 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.
[ 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 definitely wasn't the answer he was expecting, and naturally a vibrant red breaks out over his cheeks as he sets the remote back down hastily. ]
Inside someone's--?!
[ his scandalized expression remains even as floyd leans in to rest against him, far too amused for his own good while he explains the intricacies of the torture devices no doubt reserved for the lounge "after dark" so to speak. riddle can't help his eyes lingering on that obscene tongue sticking out at him, driving home the an answer before he could even get the question out of his mouth.
the smart thing to do would be to scoot away from his mischievous boyfriend, and demand a quiet, uneventful dinner. however, riddle would be positively lying if he told himself he wasn't at least somewhat curious. ]
Such unethical punishment. I will most certainly not be implementing these techniques in my own dorm. But...
[ like good prey should, riddle swallows audibly before glancing away, and even tucks a lock of hair behind his ear unconsciously. he still hasn't realized how foolish it is to offer a vulnerable neck to a carnivore. ]
I've seen some "research material" depicting this sort of thing, so it's not like I'm not curious about it.
[ when he shifts his gaze back over to the other boy, his expression is contemplative and leery all at once. ]
[ it's a shame because he's seen how effective it can be? training the students in their own dorm on how to deal with pressure--- it's one of the best ways to become an effective and efficient dealmaker, when there's something keeping them on their toes. keeps them in line. while floyd hasn't had the pleasure of having one inside of him, he's definitely been giving people things to think about... ]
Hm, well. If you don't think you can handle it, I'm not gonna force ya.
[ the mer-eel grins wickedly. that curiosity is palpable. he can taste it! still, when was the last time that riddle consciously held onto the reins? not that he couldn't control floyd when he wanted to; it just took a lot of effort. meanwhile, floyd always seemd to have the upper hand whether riddle knew it or not.
so... ]
But if ya wanna try it yourself, I'm not gonna stop ya. You gotta put it in me though.
[ a purr of a suggestion as he leans over, reaches down, and pulls a smaller drawer mostly concealed by the shadows of the room. he draws out what looks like an octavinelle-purple capsule of sorts, something that looks pretty innocent. just like the remote control. ]
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kinda like it
kinda sounds crazy u know???
but i think ur already in trouble
cause ur asking for all of that from me
and u know who i am
ill just make u want to follow
bait u down with me ehehe
the little hedgie will need a bubble so she can breathe btw
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Is it truly baiting me if I knowingly and long to follow you down into the depths? I have come to expect it at this point. Or are you saying you would be fine leaving me up here, all by my lonesome?
(Duly noted about the bubble.)
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as long as it means i can be a touch whatever
right? right????
mmmmmm well in that case
i guess were doomed together
arent we
:)
thats fun tho
lets get stuck like that
except
i get to give you all the squeezings i wantttt
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I rather like the sound of that. As I said, so long as you continue to spoil and adore me, you can squeeze me to your heart's content. Sound fair?
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imagine not spoiling u and squeezing u
anyone who doesnt want to do that is actually crazy
not the fun kind u know
we should get dinner btw
when are u free
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Believe it or not, I'm actually free right now. I have no plans for the evening, so dinner would be lovely. Will this be a casual affair, or will I need to freshen up?
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u dont need to freshen up
im kinda in the mood to cook
u can come to the lounge if u want
will be quiet
the vip room is open and stuff too
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what
do u think azuls going to notice
im always doing what i want anyway
this way the food doesnt go to waste
ur not paying a cent
im gonna head there now and start prepping
u just come in and say ur with me
if anyone gives you trouble
theyll be the main course
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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.
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not gonna start cookin until u get here
itll be great u will LOVE it
or else
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[ "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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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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?
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Inside someone's--?!
[ his scandalized expression remains even as floyd leans in to rest against him, far too amused for his own good while he explains the intricacies of the torture devices no doubt reserved for the lounge "after dark" so to speak. riddle can't help his eyes lingering on that obscene tongue sticking out at him, driving home the an answer before he could even get the question out of his mouth.
the smart thing to do would be to scoot away from his mischievous boyfriend, and demand a quiet, uneventful dinner. however, riddle would be positively lying if he told himself he wasn't at least somewhat curious. ]
Such unethical punishment. I will most certainly not be implementing these techniques in my own dorm. But...
[ like good prey should, riddle swallows audibly before glancing away, and even tucks a lock of hair behind his ear unconsciously. he still hasn't realized how foolish it is to offer a vulnerable neck to a carnivore. ]
I've seen some "research material" depicting this sort of thing, so it's not like I'm not curious about it.
[ when he shifts his gaze back over to the other boy, his expression is contemplative and leery all at once. ]
Which one of us will use the remote control?
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Hm, well. If you don't think you can handle it, I'm not gonna force ya.
[ the mer-eel grins wickedly. that curiosity is palpable. he can taste it! still, when was the last time that riddle consciously held onto the reins? not that he couldn't control floyd when he wanted to; it just took a lot of effort. meanwhile, floyd always seemd to have the upper hand whether riddle knew it or not.
so... ]
But if ya wanna try it yourself, I'm not gonna stop ya. You gotta put it in me though.
[ a purr of a suggestion as he leans over, reaches down, and pulls a smaller drawer mostly concealed by the shadows of the room. he draws out what looks like an octavinelle-purple capsule of sorts, something that looks pretty innocent. just like the remote control. ]
Turn it on. See how strong it is. Come on~