Is that right? You certainly had a productive day. You accomplished a fair bit, and behaved quite well at work on top of it. Maybe I *should* be a bit more lenient with you...
[ none the wiser to the moray's ambush, riddle sits himself neatly in front of his mirror, legs extended and ankles crossed, completely relaxed as he ponders the other boy's messages. 'nevermind' his ass-- floyd so much as thinking about another fertile body will not stand! what, does riddle not "put him to work" frequently enough?! and anyway, riddle is much more attractive than any old fish... ]
Now, whyever would you want to do such a thing? Are these treats not sweet enough for you? I wanted to avoid spoiling your appetite since I wanted to call on you after your shift, but it seems I've only succeeded in making you greedy.
A pity. You seem to forget whose verdict is the only one that matters. You certainly *were* a good boy today... Is there any way you wish prove your contrition? Convince me you're innocent of the crime of letting your eyes wander.
[at this point floyd is deeply considering learning teleportation magic just to make this trek easier, but also because the idea of spontaneously appearing to ravish his queen becomes more appealing with every passing day. while he does love playing into riddle's role and occasionally opting to prostrate himself before his majesty, Floyd finds it's much more fun to rile the fiesty fishie up before letting him unleash his royal wrath upon him. and you shrimply can't get that kind of response by giving in too quick~
which is why he never hesitates to test his luck like this. the more frustrated goldfishie is with him, the harsher the punishment will be for his transgressions. "off with your head" is his go-to for the school body at large, but floyd has found the queen can get much more creative with the personalized punishments for his body, and that's something he certainly looks forward to.]
i dunno if i CAN convince you tbh at least not like this bc i aint typin all that out but dont worry those sweet little treats of yours i got a plan to make up for it <3
[Following the winding checkerboard halls of the Heartslabyul dorm, he finally arrives at the housewarden's room just in time to hit send. Better cover up, slut. Somebody's knocking at your door!]
You won't even *try*? It's not as if I'm asking for an essay. Well, I suppose I could let you show me what this plan of yours is. You sound so sure about it.
[ riddle is just about to set his phone upon his lap with a thoughtful hum, but perks up immediately and looks to his door with widened eyes as soon as he hears a series of knocks.
needless to say, he's quite indecent at the moment-- abandoning his phone, riddle scampers to his armoire to grab a silk robe (school-issued, of course). as he slides it on, cheeks still flushed with fresh bashfulness, he calls out to the stranger lingering at his door. ]
I will be but a moment!
[ whoever this person is, they're going to get their ass handed to them...! riddle can't venture a guess as to who would be foolish enough to violate the rules at this hour. don't they know it's the middle of the dorm's nightly lemonade time?! and to bother the queen no less...
with a huff, riddle secures the knot of his robe (though he still clutches the folds above his chest shut, purely force of habit) before making his way to the door. he clears his throat to let whoever is waiting for him know of his arrival before politely cracking the door open. ]
...Floyd!
[ what the hell?! riddle steps back to open his door fully in wordless permission for the merman to enter his room. ]
[Floyd enters the room in one long stride, kicking the door closed behind him as he scoops the petite powderkeg up by his waist and up into the air like he weighs absolutely nothing at all. Of course he'd be cackling like a madman if it wasn't for the after-hours visit already breaking a number of rules-- the Queen's, the school's, Azul's for sure-- but he's keeping it together. Not gonna bring any undue attention to the young housewarden's room so soon. Instead, he's all smiles, perfectly proud of pulling this surprise off without a hitch. Riddle really didn't think he'd show up!! Hilarious.
Settling the smaller boy's legs around his waist, one hand rests beneath his rear to keep him upright as he begins the lazy, meandering march towards the bed, idly massaging the plush little cheek in his palm. Shameless.]
Like I said~ [Spinning on one heel and teetering like he may very well drop him, but for someone who's only had legs for a year and change, Floyd appears surprisingly nimble on his feet. A tilt becomes a swing, the swing another spin and voila! They're upright again.] I've been good today.
[Nevermind how he got here being a misfiring of his search history to show another friend what the mer-quivalent of a MILF was, he still did MANY Good Boy Things today that deserve proper acknowledgement!!]
So, how about that verdict, Your Majesty~? Do I get my treats~?
i hate how often this happens like damn granny either take ur prevagen or get it together
[ floyd is rewarded with a squawk of surprise, slender legs wrapping around his waist, and a pair of arms looping around his neck-- a small and familiar body clinging to him, cradled close and shaking with the effort of containing a giggle. that hand groping him tells riddle all he needs to know. ]
Hmhm, I suppose you-- Oh! [ his hold tightens when they go twirling and swinging and spinning, not unlike a pack of mome raths skittering about the gardens. ] ...you have. Productive and all that.
[ although, since when does riddle nevermind anything? he hasn't forgotten about those hot BOFFFFs or the fact they're in the area. it isn't until they finally reach the foot of his bed does riddle wriggle his way out of the merman's grasp to settle onto solid ground.
thinking, thinking... he crosses his arms and rubs his chin with a finger, gaze flickering up and down his neerdowell of a gentleman. ]
Isn't that the question of the day? Do you, seeker of "big old female fish", deserve to be sentenced for your crime, or rewarded for your good behavior?
[ truthfully, riddle already knows what he wants and what's going to happen, but he wouldn't be who he is if he didn't plan to bust floyd's balls a little bit. ]
Time to perform a direct examination. I trust you have no objections, but if you do, just know I am overruling them. Now then...
[ he sits atop the edge of the bed, though notably he doesn't cross his legs. instead, he points downward, giving his finger a few loose waggles. ]
Could you perhaps get on your knees, Defendant? As per rule forty-two.
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[ none the wiser to the moray's ambush, riddle sits himself neatly in front of his mirror, legs extended and ankles crossed, completely relaxed as he ponders the other boy's messages. 'nevermind' his ass-- floyd so much as thinking about another fertile body will not stand! what, does riddle not "put him to work" frequently enough?! and anyway, riddle is much more attractive than any old fish... ]
Now, whyever would you want to do such a thing? Are these treats not sweet enough for you? I wanted to avoid spoiling your appetite since I wanted to call on you after your shift, but it seems I've only succeeded in making you greedy.
A pity. You seem to forget whose verdict is the only one that matters. You certainly *were* a good boy today... Is there any way you wish prove your contrition? Convince me you're innocent of the crime of letting your eyes wander.
no subject
which is why he never hesitates to test his luck like this. the more frustrated goldfishie is with him, the harsher the punishment will be for his transgressions. "off with your head" is his go-to for the school body at large, but floyd has found the queen can get much more creative with the personalized punishments for his body, and that's something he certainly looks forward to.]
i dunno if i CAN convince you tbh
at least not like this
bc i aint typin all that out
but dont worry those sweet little treats of yours
i got a plan to make up for it <3
[Following the winding checkerboard halls of the Heartslabyul dorm, he finally arrives at the housewarden's room just in time to hit send. Better cover up, slut. Somebody's knocking at your door!]
............i forgot to press send LMFAO SORRY
[ riddle is just about to set his phone upon his lap with a thoughtful hum, but perks up immediately and looks to his door with widened eyes as soon as he hears a series of knocks.
needless to say, he's quite indecent at the moment-- abandoning his phone, riddle scampers to his armoire to grab a silk robe (school-issued, of course). as he slides it on, cheeks still flushed with fresh bashfulness, he calls out to the stranger lingering at his door. ]
I will be but a moment!
[ whoever this person is, they're going to get their ass handed to them...! riddle can't venture a guess as to who would be foolish enough to violate the rules at this hour. don't they know it's the middle of the dorm's nightly lemonade time?! and to bother the queen no less...
with a huff, riddle secures the knot of his robe (though he still clutches the folds above his chest shut, purely force of habit) before making his way to the door. he clears his throat to let whoever is waiting for him know of his arrival before politely cracking the door open. ]
...Floyd!
[ what the hell?! riddle steps back to open his door fully in wordless permission for the merman to enter his room. ]
Whatever are you doing here?
YOU GOOD LMAOOO time isnt real anyway
[Floyd enters the room in one long stride, kicking the door closed behind him as he scoops the petite powderkeg up by his waist and up into the air like he weighs absolutely nothing at all. Of course he'd be cackling like a madman if it wasn't for the after-hours visit already breaking a number of rules-- the Queen's, the school's, Azul's for sure-- but he's keeping it together. Not gonna bring any undue attention to the young housewarden's room
so soon. Instead, he's all smiles, perfectly proud of pulling this surprise off without a hitch. Riddle really didn't think he'd show up!! Hilarious.Settling the smaller boy's legs around his waist, one hand rests beneath his rear to keep him upright as he begins the lazy, meandering march towards the bed, idly massaging the plush little cheek in his palm. Shameless.]
Like I said~ [Spinning on one heel and teetering like he may very well drop him, but for someone who's only had legs for a year and change, Floyd appears surprisingly nimble on his feet. A tilt becomes a swing, the swing another spin and voila! They're upright again.] I've been good today.
[Nevermind how he got here being a misfiring of his search history to show another friend what the mer-quivalent of a MILF was, he still did MANY Good Boy Things today that deserve proper acknowledgement!!]
So, how about that verdict, Your Majesty~? Do I get my treats~?
i hate how often this happens like damn granny either take ur prevagen or get it together
Hmhm, I suppose you-- Oh! [ his hold tightens when they go twirling and swinging and spinning, not unlike a pack of mome raths skittering about the gardens. ] ...you have. Productive and all that.
[ although, since when does riddle nevermind anything? he hasn't forgotten about those hot BOFFFFs or the fact they're in the area. it isn't until they finally reach the foot of his bed does riddle wriggle his way out of the merman's grasp to settle onto solid ground.
thinking, thinking... he crosses his arms and rubs his chin with a finger, gaze flickering up and down his neerdowell of a gentleman. ]
Isn't that the question of the day? Do you, seeker of "big old female fish", deserve to be sentenced for your crime, or rewarded for your good behavior?
[ truthfully, riddle already knows what he wants and what's going to happen, but he wouldn't be who he is if he didn't plan to bust floyd's balls a little bit. ]
Time to perform a direct examination. I trust you have no objections, but if you do, just know I am overruling them. Now then...
[ he sits atop the edge of the bed, though notably he doesn't cross his legs. instead, he points downward, giving his finger a few loose waggles. ]
Could you perhaps get on your knees, Defendant? As per rule forty-two.