[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...