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[Floyd knows what compromise is, sure… but he’s never needed to utilize it before, at least not to the degree his companions do. Azul and Jade talk things out. Floyd talks with his fists.

All that is to say, he isn’t incapable of being considerate. Floyd’s never been incapable of anything so long as he puts his mind to it. Is it hard? Of course it is. It might be one of the hardest things he’s ever had to learn. But just as Riddle says, it’s not like Floyd’s playing pretend. An Octavinelle may be suspicious by nature, but all things considered, they still operate with honesty.

He meant what he said before about being serious, about trying so damn hard not to overstep or intrude, because even after all their hiccups and embarrassing late night encounters… Floyd still hopes they’ll find time to dance together.]

Sort of. I think.

[Floyd glances off in thought.]

When someone’s strong or has a lot of cool ideas, I wanna be around them more. I don’t really care if they like me or not. I just want them to keep me from getting bored.

… But when I started messing around with people here, it got more complicated. I mean… I never mated with anyone before I went on land. Whether or not I go off of instinct, it feels confusing one way or another, like I’m always wrestling with being a merman and a human when that was never the case before.

[He doesn’t know if that even makes sense to a land dweller. Floyd rubs his neck.]

What I’m getting at is like… I know I like having fun and I like it when you have fun too. And if I gotta tie myself into an eel knot whenever we hang out, then… it’s ok.

[Softer, pensive,]

… I’ve just never felt that way before with anyone.

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[Strong— is that what Floyd sees him as...? He puzzles over that for a bit before listening to the rest of it, features softening in understanding.

He gives a sigh.]

I can't relate to the species divide, but I struggle with the changes in the expectations of intimacy as well.

I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but this society diverts strongly from human cultural norms. There are some which encourage monogamy, or exclusive partnership between two people. Some cultures will allow polygamy; multiple partners. Some will go so far as to heavily discourage certain kinds of relationships.

Regardless, in present Twisted Wonderland and in the history we've been taught, never has there been mention of society that was so centralized around sex, and certainly not to the point it mandated sexual acts. Frankly, I believe most humans from our world would consider it nothing less than tyranny.

[Riddle included.

... the way those last two parts are phrased, however, have him pausing. Tie himself into an eel knot? ...Riddle wouldn't want that. As much as Floyd's lawlessness sometimes infuriates him, there's something enviable about his free spirit, and he hardly wants to smother that.

He gives a soft huff and looks away, a faint red on his face.]

You make it sound so stifling... [And it's strange, and endearing that Floyd would give up so much of that freedom around Riddle.] Listen, if it's because of the going slow thing— ... I'm trying, okay? Doing everything I've done up to this point has felt as against my nature as, well... a fish completely abandoning the water for land. [Is that a fitting analogy for a merman? ...he hopes it is.

Quieter, now:] Frankly, I was so bad when I first got here, I thought— I'd be physically incapable of doing what needed to be done. And then I'd thought I'd be incapable of doing it without some sort of outside influence...

[He holds a blink.] I hate that it took me so much agonizing effort just to get to the point I'm at, which is...

[He trails off, but he's clearly frustrated with himself.]

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[So there's nothing like this back home, huh. Not for merfolk, beastmen, fae or humans? It doesn't seem like something their history lessons would cover necessarily, but still...

No matter. That's not something he needs to focus on right now.]

It kinda is, but it's not like you're the reason. I think it's a bunch of things all at once. Like those little things that hung up in the trees and made people do weird stuff together and not being allowed to buy snacks just 'cause I have a mark on my neck... and Jade being taken away. You know?

There's alotta stuff I can't control.

[After a beat,]

There's gonna keep being a lot of stuff I can't control. Same goes for you too. ... But I guess we're making it work.

[Which isn't exactly a reassuring thought, he supposes. Floyd's never been very good at cheering people up. He kicks his legs a few times more before continuing, head tilted at Riddle's pause.]

Which is--?

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[Riddle, straight A student, always delved deep into whatever topics were assigned to them. Even if it hadn't been taught in their class, he would have discovered it through research.

He gives a small sigh as Floyd continues on. Just listening to all the things that have happened because of their being in duplicity gives him a headache. There's some good parts, and then there are the very-much-less-than-desirable parts.

At the request for elaborate, Riddle hesitates... then shakes his head.]

Nevermind. It isn't important.

[He doesn't need to keep dragging Floyd down with his hang-ups. No need to be a broken record.]

As long as you're alright with it, I don't mind continuing to try. Theoretically, repeated behaviors become easier with practice, so... perhaps even in this sort of situation, it'll begin to feel more natural for us both.

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[He wants to badger Riddle for the answer, but opts not to, deciding he doesn't want to ruin their otherwise decent conversation. Boy. They've sure been having a lot of those lately, haven't they? ... It's kind of weird.]

Mn, I don't mind.

[He wasn't planning on giving up anyway. Sure, it's complicated and gives him a headache, but so does everything else new. Floyd munches on another cookie before hopping down from his spot on the counter.]

So... be myself--which is what I always am--hunt down and cut up a fish, and get a bunch of red roses. Shouldn't be hard.

[And he really shouldn't be saying all that out loud, but there it is anyway.]

Since I got all my answers--

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I'm taking you on a date then.

[Floyd grabs his device and peers down into it. Close.]

After that, we can do regular sex.

[Oh, wait. "Open discussion." Right.]

... I mean talk about it?

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—swallow your food before you talk, Floyd.

[Pls!! Have decency.]

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[He watches through the rest of it, but then, at that proclamation...]

...huh?

[A date? It'd been surprising enough to be asked out by Jamil. Again, this isn't something he'd expect from Floyd.]

3/3

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[His expression becomes a bit guarded towards the end.]

...we can talk about it, yes. I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you...

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[With crumbs all over his shirt, Floyd continues, oblivious to how taken aback Riddle is.]

That's what people do, right? When you hang out and give gifts, it's technically a date.

[Sure, merfolk have dates too, but maybe the nuances are a little different?]

If I give you more gifts, can I get my hopes up then?

[chopoffyourhead]

In the roughest sense of the word, I suppose.

[Sometimes he wonders about the knowledge disparity between Floyd and Azul when it came to land-dwellers.

Also Floyd you are a mess.]

I won't go out with you if you eat like that, for the record.

[And the final part gets a look of frustration.]

It's not about gifts! Were you not listening to what I just said?

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[Azul and Jade knew far more about the land than Floyd ever did, and he won't be surprised if they still do.

He completely ignores the part about eating "like that." Whatever that means.]

Hm? What'd you say?

[He's too busy thinking about the ways he's going to prepare his gifts.]

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[He massages his temples. Great Seven, give him strength.]

I said. Sexual acts are difficult for me. And the number of gifts isn't going to change that.

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Oh. Welllll if you want 'em to be easier, then we'll practice.

[In his excitement, clearly Floyd is going to be making all the decisions here and now. Apologies.]

You like learning anyway, right? So I'll teach you.

[Never mind Floyd is a terrible teacher.]

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[A sigh, softer this time.]

... very well, I'll consent to that, so long as the pace isn't rushed. —so that I don't feel too rushed.

[always have to specify with an octavinelle]

As for a date, you'll likely have to get somewhere that isn't run by natives, since I doubt they would serve two Submissives.

[He gestures.]

I can make time in my schedule for it this coming weekend on Saturday.

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Yay~!

[He's got to get better at not yay-ing. It's not sexy. Maybe it's cute and attractive to some, but it's not sexy.]

It doesn't have to be outside, y'know. If you wanna eat stuff, I can make stuff! That way we don't gotta ask permission to buy anything.

[And assuming he'll be in a good mood that day, said stuff will be delicious. Floyd finally brushes the remaining crumbs off his shirt as he makes his way into the living room to flop on his stomach on the couch.]

And you can make stuff too if you wanna. That one breakfast you made before was pretty good, Goldfishie.

[chopoffyourhead]

[Not sexy, but it is endearing. What a ridiculous merman.]

Dates traditionally take place in a restaurant so the couple can spend the most time together without having to worry about cooking or clean-up.

That said, while I wouldn't be opposed... You cook, Floyd?

[He doesn't sound disbelieving. Intrigued if anything.

He gives a smile and crosses his arms.]

With a good cookbook and the necessary items, it's just a matter of following the instructions.

[Just don't ask him to improvise. Ever.]

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Azul’s family gets tons of dates at their restaurant back home. But that’s all traditional stuff. I wanna be different~

[Cooking together sounds like the perfect experience. Chaotic, yes, but perfect.]

‘course I know how. I came up with over half the menu at Mostro Lounge~ And when I don’t feel like serving, I’m cooking in the back. Azul’s a super picky eater too, but he never turns down the chance to eat what I make him.

[Unless Floyd’s in a terrible mood and likely mistook salt for sugar or dumped an entire can of olives into a batch of ice cream all because it sounded fun in the moment.]

Soooo~ We should make something together, ok? What’s your favorite kinda food?

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Hmm. [A slight amusement to his tone.] Very well.

[Floyd might give him a bit of a headache now and then, but... it's still worth it. Trying new things with him.]

Did you? Impressive. I'm surprised I'm only now learning of your talents.

Hm... I enjoy a wide variety of dishes, though I much prefer healthy dishes using fresh ingredients.

[........... says the straight-laced teen who was practically forced to eat healthy all the time...]

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Huhuhu~ I’m a genius, you know.

[A lazy one, but a genius nonetheless. Floyd doesn’t usually care about impressing other people, but if they’re strong and interesting and fun, then that’s a different story.]

Really? Crabby says you’re big into sweets like cake and tarts, though. If they make you happy, then aren’t those healthy?

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Are you, really?

[Riddle's not actually gotten a lot of exposure around Floyd that wasn't focused on him, and now he's rather curious...

The next part gets a clearing of his throat, red coming to his cheeks as he glances away.]

Those are desserts meant to be had sparingly. I believe our conversation was about meals.

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Yuh-huh~ Learning and getting full scores on tests are easy. It’s just that sometimes they’re too easy and then they get boring and I don’t wanna do ‘em anymore.

[He shrugs… but there’s no denying the increasing red on Riddle’s cheeks.]

Goldfishie~ I asked ‘bout “food.” So that’s not specific to meals. And anyway, anything’s a meal if you eat enough of it~ Do you wanna eat ten strawberry tarts? That sounds kinda fun~

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[Hm... that makes sense. And Floyd's not someone to lie about this sort of thing.

—augh.]

That is simply untrue.

[Re: anything's a meal if you eat enough of it.]

No. I'm fairly certain I'd get sick from eating that many sweets. And anyway, part of dessert's appeal is that it's dessert— something to be served after the main course. Barring specific occasions.

I have no desire to fill up on empty calories and experience a massive sugar crash, thank you.

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Ugh, when you start talkin’ ‘bout the calories, you sound like Azul. It’s just food.

[Floyd’s never been able to get behind the whole dieting thing. He and Jade eat more than enough of their weight in whatever they want every day because they have to… plus a little extra on the side because they want to. Or at least Floyd wants to.]

Anyway, you promise we’re gonna date this weekend right? Extra promise?

[“Go on a date,” is what he should say, but you get the idea.]

[chopoffyourhead]

Yes, well, humans have a bit different metabolism from merfolk. We're not an exclusively predatory species, for one. That means we don't have to burn through the food as fast as you do.

That requires us to be more selective about what we're putting in our bodies and just how much. A day of sweets might not necessarily hurt anyone in the long run, for example, but a pattern of it will both cause a person to become overweight as well as malnourished.

... as for myself, I simply don't like dealing with the sugar high and sugar crash that comes from excessive eating of sweets.

[A small, charmed smile.]

But yes, we'll go on a date. Promise. What sort of foods do you like most, Floyd?