[ 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. ]
[Delighted by the chaos, Floyd turns his head to escape the dryer but only ends up with more hot air straight in his ear hole. By the time it finally settles, his black strand falls to the other side of his face. Ah, yes. Jade Leech. It is he.]
Pfft… I am lookin’ forward to this unbirthday business.
[Boy, it doesn’t take much for Riddle to sell something to Floyd, does it? … Nevertheless, a peck on the lips is a killer bonus, and after pressing a returned kiss to his fiancés forehead, Floyd swipes a hand through his hair and proceeds through his morning ablutions, fingers deftly directing toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, and hair clips through the air like a bonafide magic conductor.
He’s sporting a fluffy headband with white rabbit ears when he continues,]
We’re gonna do it so hard, Goldfishie. Nobody’s gonna do it harder than us!
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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.
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[Delighted by the chaos, Floyd turns his head to escape the dryer but only ends up with more hot air straight in his ear hole. By the time it finally settles, his black strand falls to the other side of his face. Ah, yes. Jade Leech. It is he.]
Pfft… I am lookin’ forward to this unbirthday business.
[Boy, it doesn’t take much for Riddle to sell something to Floyd, does it? … Nevertheless, a peck on the lips is a killer bonus, and after pressing a returned kiss to his fiancés forehead, Floyd swipes a hand through his hair and proceeds through his morning ablutions, fingers deftly directing toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, and hair clips through the air like a bonafide magic conductor.
He’s sporting a fluffy headband with white rabbit ears when he continues,]
We’re gonna do it so hard, Goldfishie. Nobody’s gonna do it harder than us!