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Fufu~ You could give yourself one of those hairdos that make you look like a porcupine fish!

[Floyd giggles and points his tail toward the shower nearby.]

But you can use that one if you want. I’ll watch.

[… his aural fins flap with realization.]

Pffhaha! I mean keep watch.

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I'll pass.

[No weird hairdos for him today pls.

At the comment he balks and turns red... and then at the correction, he gives a sly smirk.]

Hm... well, I suppose I should.

[So, he steps away to wash his hands off in the sink, followed by getting as much slime off his hair as he can...

Before he turns his back to Floyd and slowly begins to strip himself of the layers.]

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[Floyd meanwhile busies himself with soaking the parts of him left out of the water the longest. It's not like he'll shrivel up and dry out after less than an hour, but the feeling of dry skin still isn't pleasant.

So down he does, head submerged while Riddle fiddles with the sink, but by the time he emerges, Floyd spots that bit of bare skin and decides to keep half his face hidden beneath the surface.

So small... Small and soft and vulnerable. That's awfully bold, isn't it? Turning his back to a predator...

The water rumbles when a deep purr shakes Floyd's chest once more.]

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[Riddle smiles, looking back over his shoulder at the merman.]

Enjoying yourself?

[Of course, Riddle talking to him means he's stopped stripping for the moment...]

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[No sense in trying to lie. Floyd wiggles his fins initially, but soon enough he grips the edge of the tub and pushes his torso up out of the water.]

Why’d you stop?

[He’ll slip out of the tub and get a closer look, so help him…]

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[He raises an eyebrow.]

Oh, you know... Just felt a pair of eyes on me. It's a bit distracting.

[He takes a teasing step away from the bath.]

There's no rush, right? We have plenty of time.

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[Oh, distracting, is he? He could take offense to that, but, to be fair, he didn't say he'd watch Riddle strip. He said he'd keep watch. Right? He shouldn't be watching him strip. That's rude... or something.

... And yet the moment he sees that step, his pupils narrow to slits, laser focused on Riddle's every last breath. Before long, the fins on Floyd's arms and spine slowly stand on end.]

Mngh... How much time?

[chopoffyourhead]

I can't have been here for more than fifteen minutes.

[Another small step...]

That leaves forty-five minutes... and it shouldn't take me more than ten minutes top to shower.

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[Forty five minutes?? Even after a ten minute shower, that's still thirty five minutes left to sit here and wait for Riddle to come back to his side. Floyd can only circle the tub so many times, you know!

Frustration is quickly winning out the longer the other boy tiptoes away in all his barely-naked glory. His claws scratch the porcelain, his jaw clenches, his gills flare-- Water spills over onto the floor when Floyd finally releases a sharp huff and dives sideways back into the tub.

His tail slaps the surface not unlike a couple of fingers tap-tap-tapping with wild impatience.]

Well, you can't shower with your clothes on.

[So take. Them. Off.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[Tut tut, what a mess!]

No, I suppose I can't.

[...step!]

1/3

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[You--!

Easy now, Floyd. Hackles down. He knows he's getting all riled up because he's excited and doubly so in his merform, but does Riddle know that? Does he want his precious clothes to be sliced to ribbons? Is he doing this on purpose?

More growling and fin wiggling--]

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[--until Floyd's restlessness can no longer be contained.

With a low growl, he rises up and out the opposite side of the tub, later sliding onto the floor so he can circle around and straight toward Riddle's ankles.

He won't grab him, no, but he will plant his hands on the tile and slither his way up so he'll be eye to eye with his cocky little goldfish.

A feral hiss escapes through his teeth. He could take a bite out of him, he really could. It'd be too easy. Like crushing sardine bones into dust.]

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[But in the end, Floyd catches himself and slowly sinks back toward the ground, annoyance giving way to a hint of embarrassment in his mismatched eyes.

He'll try to nudge one of Riddle's hands in a quiet apology.]

1/2

[chopoffyourhead]

[...oh.

To see Floyd emerge and come at him is absolutely breathtaking. When he rises up and hisses, for a brief moment, Riddle wonders if he's pushed the feral side of him too far...]

2/2

[chopoffyourhead]

[Until Floyd slinks back to the ground. He lets out a breath and smiles, kneeling down so he can wrap his arms around him.]

Silly merman. Terrifying and ferocious silly merman.

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[He half expects to be hit across the head or, you know… straight up beheaded. Thankfully it seems Riddle’s in a fair enough mood to spare him and, to Floyd’s surprise, wrap his arms around him while he’s at it.

His skin vibrates as he purrs and burrows into the crook of Riddle’s shoulder. It’s purely instinctive, regardless of his form, to find the safest little spot to curl up into and find rest. His tail untangles and coils, secure but not tight around the back of Riddle’s legs.

This is nice. He still expects to wake up at any minute, but… it’s nice.]

… Pretty Goldfishie.

[he mutters, clawed fingers resting along Riddle’s spine.]

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[The vibrating gills lightly tickle his arms. One hand comes up and threads through the hair, petting Floyd's head.

The "pretty" comment has a light pink rising to his cheeks.]

Mmm. You certainly got me, like the apex predator you are.

[He pulls back after a moment, hand coming up to caress along Floyd's jawline.]

But... I can tone down the teasing, if it's a bit much for you.

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Fufu~ Told you I’m good at hunting.

[Floyd can’t seem to get enough of this attention now that it’s back within reach. Delighted, he nuzzles Riddle’s neck and cheek, and continues to purr as he’s pet. He wonders if Riddle’s always been this touchy-feely or if it’s something he’s picked up on since coming here.

… He wonders if he’s really comfortable or only doing this because he feels he has to.

Floyd tries not to think too hard on it and places his hand over Riddle’s own, settling it more firmly against his face. So warm…]

Nah, I don’t care ‘bout that. It’s kinda fun actually.

[The hand at Riddle’s back idly fiddles with whatever bit of clothing still clings to his body.]

Haha~ Now you really need a shower. You’re all goopy.

[chopoffyourhead]

I never doubted it.

[He's so affectionate... it's really cute. It really is delightful to be able to make someone this happy so easily.

At that response, he gives a small chuckle.]

Well then~ I'll endeavor to be an interesting target.

[And for that comment, he looks down.]

So I do... I'll have to get myself some new pants as well.

[Luckily, Riddle had anticipated the mucus, so he hadn't worn anything that would require dry cleaning or would be potentially ruined.]

I'll be back in a moment with a fresh set of clothes...

[And then he pauses, looking thoughtful for a moment...

And a bit of shyness finally leaks through, cheeks turning red as he looks to the side.]

...and... if you'd like, you can get the shower ready.

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[Fascinating, considering he's been Floyd's "target" at school for the better part of two years now. But if he says he's going to endeavor, then who would Floyd be to judge?

The tip of his tail idly sways from side to side while Riddle contemplates his clothes, but suddenly stops and tenses when he mentions prepping the shower. He's totally implying he get in the shower, right? There's no way he isn't... right?

No way is he going to fit in there like this though. That would just be silly. So, eyes beaming, he slips away so he can start rummaging through one of the nearby drawers for his stock of transforming potions. He has one caught between his teeth when he looks back over, a dusting of light sea foam tinting his cheeks.]

You got it~ Don't take too long, ok?

[Not that Riddle is ever late.]

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[Riddle gives a little smile as he sees that obvious eagerness. A small noise of amusement escapes.]

I won't linger.

[With that, it's time to cover his upper half before heading out.

The cold is pretty brutal, though, and by the time he gets back, he's shivering a little, nose and cheeks nipped red.

He lets out a breath as he sets the folded clothes down neatly on Floyd's bed before he heads towards the bathroom.]

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[With Riddle gone, Floyd has time to properly transform, stretch his legs, and re-situate himself to being tall instead of, you know… long. Though eager, he’s surprisingly precise this time, managing not to stumble over himself or knock anything off the counter while he preps the shower.

Let’s see… Not too hot, not too cold. What temperature does a goldfish like anyway?

Stark naked and dripping wet, Floyd’s just stepped out of the running shower and is pushing his bangs back when Riddle returns.]

Hm? Hey, Goldfishie, you’re all rosy.

[he notes as he approaches.]

Oh, that means you’re cold, right? Here–

[Floyd doesn’t hesitate to offer out his hand so he can help lead Riddle over to the shower. Not that he needs help, but… he still wants to.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[Ah... that has Riddle turning even redder. Has he ever really had a moment to just appreciate how handsome Floyd was in the nude?

His gaze softens at the gesture, and he gives a little smile, delicately placing his shivering hand in Floyd's and allowing himself to be led.]

Thank you, Floyd.

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[None the wiser about being ogled, even if for the briefest of moments, Floyd takes hold of Riddle's hand and frowns at just how cold he actually is. And he knows cold. He lives in the cold. Riddle is way too cold for a human... and for a Riddle.]

It's just a shower.

[He shrugs and gives a little swing of their arms before turning to face the other boy and just... stare. For a moment. How to go about this...]

... You gonna need help taking your clothes off?

[Ok. Good. He's asking!]

[chopoffyourhead]

[He gives a chuckle, shaking his head lightly.]

I meant for the gesture... it's sweet.

[Being led to towards the shower. Such a small, simple thing that made Riddle happy. And apparently, Floyd too.]

Yeah.

[He doesn't need the help, persay, but... it's just nice to feel so desired. That Floyd is so eager to help him with these things.]