[ the weeks leading up to the prince consort's birthday have been chaotic; between getting their specially-made outfits tailored (a corseted black ensemble with crimson pumpkin pants, dark crimson stockings, and his blood red tenebres) as well as all the shopping for accessories, and balancing their school life on top of it, time has flown by-- before he realizes it, it's the night before the party.
to riddle, an immense amount of pressure is on. once they walk down the red carpet leading into the rose castle, that's it-- his fate as a bride to the leech family will be sealed. right smack-dab in the middle of the giant rosette pinned right over his heart will be the leech family brooch on proud display for all the world to see.
from his side of the bed, riddle looks up from the book in his lap to see how his fiance is doing. is floyd anywhere near as nervous as he is? honestly, it's hard to tell with that silly boy sometimes... ]
[Beneath the sheets, Floyd bounces his leg, restless as he stares up at the canopy. His own outfit lays draped across a chair, freshly ironed per Professor Crewel's violent insistence. Naturally, Floyd insisting a few design touches was only fair in exchange, namely, abandoning the obvious dog motifs for an appropriate touch of rose. Red-soled shoes, a bit of a slick-back with some hair wax and bam; he'll be dressed to impress the pants off this prince consort.
But, as everyone who's anyone in Floyd's life knows, the only person Floyd cares to impress is already snuggled up right beside him.
Rolling onto his side, Floyd stretches to wrap his arms around Riddle's waist, paying no mind when his notebook topples to the ground.]
I've been done.
[he mutters, leg continuing to bounce. Don't forget, he thinks. Tomorrow's the one day you can't goof off.]
[ with floyd's confirmation, it seems they've reached the height of their preparation. all that will be left is to get through an ordinary day of class, the unbirthday party after school, and finally the party that sets the rest of their lives in motion.
if not for the distraction of strong, cool arms wrapping around his waist and squeezing him lovingly, riddle would have been liable to get lost in his thoughts. instead, he smiles down at the needy mess of long limbs before leaning over to turn off the light and sink down beneath the sheets. the darkness is cut with the faint glow of riddle's spare magic stone on his dresser, a small garnet statuette of the queen of hearts, along with the ever-present and barely-there glow of floyd's eye, giving riddle just enough of a reference to find those lips he covets constantly.
he doesn't kiss the merman just yet however; he brushes their noses, nudges their foreheads, reaches up to run a hand through floyd's hair. ]
Are you sure you'll be able to fall asleep with my lips all over yours? I know how you get, you insatiable silly boy.
[Floyd’s body hums, wide awake and hellbent on keeping him awake for the next 24 hours. To say he’s excited for tomorrow’s itinerary is a severe understatement. He’s lit aflame; restlessness wanting to burn a hole through his chest if he doesn’t get up and move, move, move… But once the lights lay low, Floyd can’t deny himself—he snuggles in close and melds to Riddle’s side like a moray sinking in the sand. Briefly, he spares the garnet statuette a glance and grins, enamored with his fiancé’s touches of adoration for his precious queen. Nobody would make her prouder, he thinks. Nobody can come even close.]
How I get? Says the one tryin’ to climb me every day.
[With a playful growl, Floyd swoops in, rolling atop as he nibbles at Riddle’s neck. What else is he supposed to do when he’s being so lovingly showered in attention?]
Are you gonna be able to control yourself ‘round me tomorrow~?
[ typical of prey, riddle is caught off guard when he's covered in that large, cool body, the pleasant prickling of teeth against his neck making him giggle. ]
I most certainly will, despite what you may believe. You haven't completely eroded my discipline, you know.
[ he says that, but riddle still can't help turning his face to nuzzle the merman's temple with his cheek. ]
You ought to learn by my example. Sleep, Floyd. We must be well-rested if we want tomorrow to go without a hitch.
[And typical of a predator, he's weak to squirming and squealing from tiny little things. They truly are a match made in hell.]
Yet~ Gimme a couple more years~
[He says that, but truthfully he's grown fond of Riddle's dedication, as he's come to see it as. He takes care of himself, he takes care of Floyd, even when shit floats belly up, and if anyone's going to give his all into being a paragon of grace tomorrow, it's Riddle.
Sighing, Floyd finally snuggles in and shuts his eyes.]
Okay, Your Majesty. [biiiiig yawn] See you in my dreams~
[And indeed he does! Riddle frolicking with cone snails, baby Riddle in a purple oyster bonnet, Riddle sentencing Trey to life behind bars-- He stirs when sunlight peeks through the canopy, and in typical Floyd-fashion finds himself completely upside down, one leg dangling off the edge, his pillow tossed to the floor.]
Mnngh... Goldfishieee... [he croaks, blindly patting the space beside him to check if Riddle is awake.] It's mornin', Goldfishie...
[ as badly as riddle wants to take the bait, he knows indulging in a spot of silly arguing is almost guaranteed to lead into more than he can manage at this hour. unlike the merman with his more robust constitution, riddle is delicate even by human standards-- not to mention prone to crankiness at the slightest inconvenience. he truly doesn't want to risk going without an appropriate amount of sleep.
with a good-natured chuckle, followed by a huff, riddle drapes his arms around those broad shoulders before relaxing against the softness of his bed. ]
Goodnight, you silly boy. Mm... I love you...
[ the night passes in the blink of an eye, and just like clockwork, riddle is up with the flamingos. their calls range from content to excited, a sign that their assigned caretaker is doing his duty. riddle considers this a good omen.
by the time he thinks he hears floyd calling out for him, he's in the bathroom, the other boy's voice muffled by his blowdryer. ]
FLOYD? ARE YOU AWAKE? DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?
[ the little goldfish shrieks. sure, he could have just turned off the blowdryer, but he's almost done! better to save time by checking on floyd while finishing up, right? nevermind the fact if floyd wasn't actually awake, he sure as shit is now... ]
[Flamingo cries still take some getting used to in the mornings, but they’re nowhere near as rousing as the dulcet shrieks of his beloved over a roaring hairdryer. For once, Floyd’s startled, and with a heavy THUD tumbles to the ground, tangled in blankets, curtains, and tassels.]
Bro…
[So he is awake indeed. And now so is he! Once he’s freed himself, he scratches his ass and stumbles to the bathroom to greet Riddle with his award winning bedhead.]
I FOUND YOU. [Even near a brrr-ing hairdryer, Floyd slips in behind Riddle for a good morning squeeze.] SCHOOL’S GONNA GO BY SO SLOOOOW TODAY.
[ after leaning back into the tight embrace, unknowingly sending floyd's bedhead flying with the blowdryer in the process, riddle switches arms in order to tilt his head back and smile at the other boy. ]
NOW NOW, I'M ALSO EXCITED FOR TONIGHT, BUT WE MUSTN'T GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES.
[ alright, time to turn the blowdryer off. riddle sets it down on the counter before getting to work combing his hair. ]
Look at it this way. Class is but a few hours. After that, you'll finally get to experience an unbirthday party-- Once that is wrapped up, we'll have our hands full getting ready. Let's use this time to relax our nerves so we can enjoy ourselves to the utmost.
[ riddle turns to face his fiance before standing on the tips of his toes to peck a kiss onto his lips. ]
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[ the weeks leading up to the prince consort's birthday have been chaotic; between getting their specially-made outfits tailored (a corseted black ensemble with crimson pumpkin pants, dark crimson stockings, and his blood red tenebres) as well as all the shopping for accessories, and balancing their school life on top of it, time has flown by-- before he realizes it, it's the night before the party.
to riddle, an immense amount of pressure is on. once they walk down the red carpet leading into the rose castle, that's it-- his fate as a bride to the leech family will be sealed. right smack-dab in the middle of the giant rosette pinned right over his heart will be the leech family brooch on proud display for all the world to see.
from his side of the bed, riddle looks up from the book in his lap to see how his fiance is doing. is floyd anywhere near as nervous as he is? honestly, it's hard to tell with that silly boy sometimes... ]
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But, as everyone who's anyone in Floyd's life knows, the only person Floyd cares to impress is already snuggled up right beside him.
Rolling onto his side, Floyd stretches to wrap his arms around Riddle's waist, paying no mind when his notebook topples to the ground.]
I've been done.
[he mutters, leg continuing to bounce. Don't forget, he thinks. Tomorrow's the one day you can't goof off.]
Let's make out 'til we fall asleep already.
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if not for the distraction of strong, cool arms wrapping around his waist and squeezing him lovingly, riddle would have been liable to get lost in his thoughts. instead, he smiles down at the needy mess of long limbs before leaning over to turn off the light and sink down beneath the sheets. the darkness is cut with the faint glow of riddle's spare magic stone on his dresser, a small garnet statuette of the queen of hearts, along with the ever-present and barely-there glow of floyd's eye, giving riddle just enough of a reference to find those lips he covets constantly.
he doesn't kiss the merman just yet however; he brushes their noses, nudges their foreheads, reaches up to run a hand through floyd's hair. ]
Are you sure you'll be able to fall asleep with my lips all over yours? I know how you get, you insatiable silly boy.
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How I get? Says the one tryin’ to climb me every day.
[With a playful growl, Floyd swoops in, rolling atop as he nibbles at Riddle’s neck. What else is he supposed to do when he’s being so lovingly showered in attention?]
Are you gonna be able to control yourself ‘round me tomorrow~?
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[ typical of prey, riddle is caught off guard when he's covered in that large, cool body, the pleasant prickling of teeth against his neck making him giggle. ]
I most certainly will, despite what you may believe. You haven't completely eroded my discipline, you know.
[ he says that, but riddle still can't help turning his face to nuzzle the merman's temple with his cheek. ]
You ought to learn by my example. Sleep, Floyd. We must be well-rested if we want tomorrow to go without a hitch.
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Yet~ Gimme a couple more years~
[He says that, but truthfully he's grown fond of Riddle's dedication, as he's come to see it as. He takes care of himself, he takes care of Floyd, even when shit floats belly up, and if anyone's going to give his all into being a paragon of grace tomorrow, it's Riddle.
Sighing, Floyd finally snuggles in and shuts his eyes.]
Okay, Your Majesty. [biiiiig yawn] See you in my dreams~
[And indeed he does! Riddle frolicking with cone snails, baby Riddle in a purple oyster bonnet, Riddle sentencing Trey to life behind bars-- He stirs when sunlight peeks through the canopy, and in typical Floyd-fashion finds himself completely upside down, one leg dangling off the edge, his pillow tossed to the floor.]
Mnngh... Goldfishieee... [he croaks, blindly patting the space beside him to check if Riddle is awake.] It's mornin', Goldfishie...
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with a good-natured chuckle, followed by a huff, riddle drapes his arms around those broad shoulders before relaxing against the softness of his bed. ]
Goodnight, you silly boy. Mm... I love you...
[ the night passes in the blink of an eye, and just like clockwork, riddle is up with the flamingos. their calls range from content to excited, a sign that their assigned caretaker is doing his duty. riddle considers this a good omen.
by the time he thinks he hears floyd calling out for him, he's in the bathroom, the other boy's voice muffled by his blowdryer. ]
FLOYD? ARE YOU AWAKE? DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?
[ the little goldfish shrieks. sure, he could have just turned off the blowdryer, but he's almost done! better to save time by checking on floyd while finishing up, right? nevermind the fact if floyd wasn't actually awake, he sure as shit is now... ]
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Bro…
[So he is awake indeed. And now so is he! Once he’s freed himself, he scratches his ass and stumbles to the bathroom to greet Riddle with his award winning bedhead.]
I FOUND YOU. [Even near a brrr-ing hairdryer, Floyd slips in behind Riddle for a good morning squeeze.] SCHOOL’S GONNA GO BY SO SLOOOOW TODAY.
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[ after leaning back into the tight embrace, unknowingly sending floyd's bedhead flying with the blowdryer in the process, riddle switches arms in order to tilt his head back and smile at the other boy. ]
NOW NOW, I'M ALSO EXCITED FOR TONIGHT, BUT WE MUSTN'T GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES.
[ alright, time to turn the blowdryer off. riddle sets it down on the counter before getting to work combing his hair. ]
Look at it this way. Class is but a few hours. After that, you'll finally get to experience an unbirthday party-- Once that is wrapped up, we'll have our hands full getting ready. Let's use this time to relax our nerves so we can enjoy ourselves to the utmost.
[ riddle turns to face his fiance before standing on the tips of his toes to peck a kiss onto his lips. ]
You can do it. We can do it.