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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--]

Edited Date: 2023-02-08 08:14 am (UTC)

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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.]

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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...]

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[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.

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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.]

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[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.

Edited Date: 2023-02-09 12:22 am (UTC)

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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!]

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[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.]

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[Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

He tries not to go too fast, tries not to fumble or touch something he hasn't been given the ok to touch... and in the end Floyd is surprisingly careful, taking his time to smooth a hand over Riddle's shoulder and brush the very tips of his fingers over the collar of his coat.

He moves to the first button, delicately traces its shape before thumbing it free-- He does this until he can easily slip his hands underneath and with newly warmed, un-webbed fingers cradle either side of Riddle's neck and face.

Floyd doesn't know when he started leaning in close. He only knows that he did. And now, less than a breath away from touching lips, he remembers to ask,]

Can I kiss you?

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[O-oh... He doesn't expect this level of slowness, and it makes this moment feel incredibly intimate.

He lets out a shuddering breath, the skin almost hot against his own. His heart beats faster as Floyd moves in...

He hasn't forgotten. Of course not.]

...yeah.

[It's breathed out right before Riddle shifts forward to close the kiss himself, mouth pliant and willing if Floyd wants to deepen it.]

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[And deepen it he will, maneuvering his head so he has a better angle to explore with a single swipe of his tongue. By now there's steam rising in the room from the running water and it won't do to waste it, so after a few moments he coaxes Riddle to follow him toward the open shower. Hopefully there's no queenly rule against leaving clothes on the floor or something... though it's not like Floyd plans on cleaning up.

His hands wander, dipping below to hook into the lower hem of Riddle's shirt so he can start tugging it up over his head. He has to break the kiss to do so and nearly bumps into the shower door while he's at it, but, hey at least he's still helping, right?]

Haha... Oopsie daisy~

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[Riddle lets out the softest noise of pleasure at that tongue, and he uses his own in turn, sliding it against Floyd's.

Riddle helps Floyd rid him of the layers, still shivering a little bit. The slime didn't help much with fending off the cold.

Not that Riddle seems to mind all that much. He gives a smirk at Floyd.]

Clumsy. Watch your step. It'd be a shame to have to cut the date early on account of you cracking your head open.

[With that, his hands come down to undo his pants, fingers fumbling just a touch.]

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Date-- Oh, yeah, we're on a date right now~!

[Floyd perks up at the word, even if only for a moment, then carelessly tosses Riddle's shirt to the side where it lands on the slippery floor with a sad 'squish'.

As for those pants... He notices the fumbling and takes the opportunity to press his face into Riddle's neck again, both because he just likes it there and because maybe there will be less fumbling if Floyd doesn't watch.]

You better be careful too though, Goldfishie. You can hang onto me if you really want~

[Please hang onto him.]

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[Riddle raises an eyebrow at the shirt on the floor.]

I do hope you're not planning to leave the bathroom in this state. [Jamil is not your maid, Floyd!!

His expression instantly softens at the nuzzling, though, and he lets his cheek rest against his head briefly. There's a soft noise of amusement at those words, and he manages to get the pants off, letting them fall to the floor.

Then, he wraps his arms around Floyd, leaving the last article of clothing to him.]

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[Floyd simply scoffs at that, because the state of the bathroom is the absolute last thing on his mind right now. There's been far too much attention. Far too much touching and teasing and wanting.

The only thing he wants to see, taste, feel, hear... is this. Nothing else, no one else, but this.

So he says nothing more and the moment Riddle wraps his arms around him, Floyd's already on the move, securing himself around his smaller frame and hoisting him up as if he weighs little more than air. From there it's all too easy to walk right into the shower, to let the water run down his back while he leans in to simultaneously kiss and press Riddle against one of the glass walls.]