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From:

eelusive

Um… It’s…

[Complicated. Except not really. Floyd hums in thought before starting again.]

My thing?

[Wow, that’s specific. But he doesn’t want to outright say what he really means! Floyd absolutely could, but that won’t be particularly– What’s the word? … tactful.]

From:

chopoffyourhead

Your... thing?

[Unfortunately this goes so hard I'm the opposite direction of tactless that the meaning is nearly lost entirely, especially on Riddle.]

From:

eelusive

Yeah, you know! My–

[… There really is no tactful and cool way to ask this, is there? Floyd grumbles something incoherent to himself before adding,]

–thing!

[Nailed it.]

Like… Ok, you’ve seen me in my merform, right? But you haven’t seen all of it. So I wanna show you all of it.

From:

chopoffyourhead

[?????]

Floyd, can you just say what you mean?

From:

eelusive

Nuh-uh! Then you might freak out.

[… Though saying that might make Riddle freak out, won’t it? After a sigh and a whine,]

Ok, ok, so it’s like this: I like being in my normal form a lot these days and– I dunno. … I think it’ll be fun to play with you while I’m like that.

[A beat before he adds,]

If you wanna.

From:

chopoffyourhead

...oh! Is that all?

[Though now he's even more confused.]

Why would I freak out?

From:

eelusive

I mean… it’s real different from my human one, you know.

[“It” being:]

My dick.

From:

chopoffyourhead

Different how?

[Riddle is not well-versed in the sexual organs of fish or merfolk, so now he's wondering just how... potentially alien it could be.]

From:

eelusive

Mmngh… For one thing, it’s inside me all the time. And way bigger.

[It’s easier to talk about it the more he keeping going. He’s never been worried about sharing or showing his natural form to anyone else, sexually or otherwise, but to Riddle, well…

Look, the fact he’s being cautious at all should say enough, right?]

It’s also, like– Can’t I just show it to you? It’s boring to explain.

Edited Date: 2023-04-21 05:20 am (UTC)

From:

chopoffyourhead

[Way bigger than Floyd already is? Great Seven...]

Alright, alright.

Shall we reserve a private tank at H2Oh?

From:

eelusive

Nah, we can just go ahead and use one. Azul won’t mind.

[Or rather, what Azul doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And even if he does find out, how can he stay mad at Floyd’s cute face?]

Wanna meet there?

From:

chopoffyourhead

Hmm.

[He isn't sure he believes that...]

Alright. I'll be there in thirty minutes sharp.

From:

eelusive

[Aw, man, that's so soon. That means he has to run to get there before Riddle... or at least attempt to. Floyd's never been a punctual person, after all.

In any case, as soon as he receives that message, he flops backward to stare at his ceiling for a solid minute before finally mustering up the courage to prepare. He'll need a reverse transformation potion, a regular transformation potion, a change of clothes--

--the small bottle of lube he keeps in his duffle bag is quickly swapped out for ~~an industrial-sized~~ a full-sized bottle.

Ah. Twenty minutes left to go.

Floyd takes off running and somehow manages to avoid barreling over anyone on his way over. On his way, however, he happens to spot Riddle up ahead and immediately picks up the pace, hoping to run right past him so he can get there first. Don't notice him! And don't run after him either! He wants to be early!]

From:

chopoffyourhead

[Riddle is indeed carrying his own things in a messenger bag. Given he's quite used to going out for this reason now, everything he needs is immediately ready to go, so he's out the door just a few short minutes after sending the message.

He keeps his eyes peeled for any troublesome doms (or subs) and for any SIN Guards that might not take too kindly to him being out on his own. He hears the running well in advanced, so he's not terribly concerned about himself being the target.

Unfortunately for Floyd, an over six-foot tall man with mostly teal-colored hair sprinting by is quite hard to miss. In fact, Riddle's eyes widen and he comes to a stop for a moment.]

... Floyd...?

[What on Twisted Wonderland...

Well... nothing to do but continue on his way there, he supposes...]

From:

eelusive

[Floyd? Who is this Floyd you speak of? He pretends not to hear Riddle as he passes and in record time he makes it to their designated meeting place. Sure, he’s winded and could probably stand to bring his body back to a resting state before even thinking about transforming, but Floyd, ever the risk taker, throws open the doors and rushes on inside, already peeling away his jacket as he does.

Private tank, private tank. Gotta make sure he snatches one up that has decent room for his… everything. … Hang on, does Riddle even know how to swim? Ahh, they’ll tackle that when they get to it.

For now, Floyd scampers into a room and it will be obvious which one he’s in by the sound of rustling and grumbling coming from the open door. Whenever Riddle appears… he’ll be immediately greeted by bare skin while Floyd works on tugging his shirt up over his head. Already at the start of his transformation, the sharp tips of his dorsal fin grow outward from between his shoulder blades.

With his back turned to the entrance, Floyd doesn’t notice Riddle until, panting and dripping with sweat, he turns and swipes a hand through his bangs, the other tossing his crumpled shirt over a nearby chair. His belt buckle is undone, but he’s yet to kick the rest of his clothes off just yet.]

–Goldfishie…

[he manages in between soft gasps for air.]

From:

chopoffyourhead

[Great Seven.

Their relationship had been tainted for so long, Riddle could barely see Floyd past his infuriating comments. The wheezing laughter that mocked him, the lackadaisical tone that carried fighting words.

But times had changed. Slowly, over time, the relationship had mended. Not perfectly, but it was a marked improvement on the past.

And now, standing in the doorway of the room, looking at Floyd breathless, half-transformed, half-naked and dripping with sweat...

He's struck by how absolutely stunning he is.

Face flushed red, he swallows.]

From:

chopoffyourhead

You, ah... [A little amused smile.] Made it on time, I see.

From:

eelusive

Hm?

[He isn’t one to keep a watch, so Floyd dips his hand into his pocket to retrieve his device and double check the time. Laughing, he tosses it onto the chair with his shirt before getting to work unclasping his earring. Best he takes care of that before his ear disappears.]

Yup~ You impressed?

[Right as he tucks his earring into his bag, Floyd’s aural fins appear in a burst of bubbles and he wiggles them to test their flexibility. He’s about to get to work on the rest of his clothes, but he spots Riddle’s messenger bag and pauses, pupils dilating to the size of saucer scallops. Arms extended, Floyd excitedly coaxes Riddle to come closer.]

That bag’s so cute! C’mere, c’mere! Lemme see!

From:

chopoffyourhead

Very.

[And that isn't untrue. Floyd isn't the kind of person he would have anticipated to run to not just get to a place on time, but early at that.

The fins make him give a little smile, and he resists the urge to reach out and touch them.. for now.]

Hm?

[Smile broadening a bit, he closes the distance between them, turning to the side to give Floyd the full view of the bag.]

It is, isn't it? When I first saw it, I couldn't resist.

From:

eelusive

The hedgies are cute.

[And since Riddle’s so close, Floyd takes the opportunity to hone in and try to wrap his arms around him good and tight.]

But not as cute as Goldfishie~

From:

chopoffyourhead

[Riddle sees your antics, Floyd, and he quickly and playfully ducks out of the way, taking a few steps away.]

Oops~ Just a bit too slow.

[He slides the bag off and onto a holder.]

Shouldn't you be getting in the water, Floyd? I can't imagine being a beached merman is all that comfortable.

From:

eelusive

Wh–?

[Now, see here. Is he getting to predictable with his moves? Since when did Riddle get to be a slippery little eel too? Floyd puffs out his cheeks right as he feels more fins starting to sprout from his forearms.]

Aw, what? You worried ‘bout me or something? I can live out of the water for a bit, you know.

[Even as he says it, Floyd slips his pants off anyway. Ugh, it’s always the worst part when he starts feelings his tail fusing back together. It’s so… crunchy. That’s the best way he can explain it really.]

From:

chopoffyourhead

Hmm, sounds like you're stalling to me.

[Riddle strips down as well, revealing the swim trunks underneath.

He studiously folds the clothes he was wearing and packs them neatly back into the bag.

...he can't help but glance over, though, at the way Floyd is transforming.]

... does it hurt?

From:

eelusive

Aw, man, those’re cute too.

[How is it that Riddle owns so many cute things? Now Floyd wants more cute things. He’s contemplating a nice pair of strawberry shoes or a polka dot shirt when suddenly that question pops up and prompts him to wiggle his fins again.]

Mn, no, not really. It just feels funny. They say you get used to it after a few times, but it’s still weird.

From:

eelusive

[Floyd snickers then and with his hands behind his back he approaches Riddle and leans down so they nearly touch noses.]

Some also say humans can turn into merfolk if they’re kissed by one~