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🦈 Floyd Leech | Twisted Wonderland

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eel merman based off Ursula’s eel Flotsam. Housed in the Octavinelle dorm known for their intelligence.

has a twin brother whos the exact opposite of him. but he’ll dox you too.

will betray anyone and anything for fun.

moods switch at the drop of a dime. good luck.

is really smart actually. its just more fun to pick fights with people.

lives to make people’s lives harder. hates doing literally anything unless it seems exciting or worthwhile to him.

but on that note if hes interested in something he’ll work to perfect it. went 3 days without sleep once to get really good at basketball. Ball is life.

will kinseat you fish instead of bothering to remember your name.

     ❝     how  many  times  are  you  planning  on  disappearing,  then  reappearing  again  ?     ❞      a  rhetoric  question.  azul  knows  that  floyd  is  not  necessarily  responsible  —  but  that  doesn’t  make  him  at  ease.  he  worries  for  him,  but  he  also  worries  for  himself.  a  selfish  part  keeps  gnawing  at  him  asking  him  ‘  what  if  he  does  not  come  back  ?  ‘  he  tries  not  to  think  about  it  too  much.     ❝      have  you  found  a  way  to  get  out  yet  ?      ❞

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He must be out of his mind. To seek the likes of Floyd voluntarily, his return must have messed with him. But it wasn’t like Riddle was going to the lounge without a purpose. After having learnt he hadn’t been the only one that got pulled back into their world, he had wanted to ask the other what he remembered. Or at least the timeline he was at. Their last meeting had been somewhat enlightening, on both worlds surprisingly. Be it for the liminal moment before the bus arrived, or the pull for cake at the Halloween party, Riddle had found that perhaps there’s a little more to the merman than he gave him credit for. 

Sure, Floyd was still as annoying and obnoxiously meddling as ever but now he could see a little beyond that. There’s a hidden care that he’s not even sure the other is aware himself. It started with the Halloween party and the more he thought of their interactions, the more he noticed that the other actually did pay attention to him. He could have excused as just a byproduct of the teasing, but Floyd asking him if he didn’t want to stay for the holidays, or grabbing the book he couldn’t reach, getting him a slice even though he knows he shouldn’t, all showed a little more awareness than just mocking him for his height. Why Riddle was even pondering so deeply about it was lost on him. 

For now he sits by the balcony of the Monstro Lounge, fumbling with an old mp3 between his hands. Cater had told him that he should upgrade from it, his phone could handle just as much or better but Riddle found it unnecessary. As long as it works, it serves it’s purpose, it’s not like he listened to music that often to begin with.

    They say third times a charm, but this felt more like a curse with how often he was pulled back and forth. floyd didnt like being at the whims of the stars, especially when this place wasn’t even his home, they had no jursidiction to do whatever they liked. it wasn’t fair. jade wasn’t even here either. that short while wa sweet, but now he finds himself bored every day. azul could fill the void a little, but he could only do so much. how uncomfortable this feeling was. 

    “Goldfishie!” that familiar scarlet immediately caught his eye after finally leaving after his shift. his terrible mood had leaked into his work and azul had asked him to leave earlier than usual before he broke something. but something about seeing riddle switched his mood rather quickly. how perculiar. for both him to feel so elated and for riddle to show up to his work unannounced. 

“I’m going to prevent it from happening, not to make a show out of it.” He doesn’t think his previous roommate would appreciate it if Riddle would record their exchange, even if it would be good evidence to build his case. He’ll just have to see how bad it is when he gets there. 

Riddle blinks at the question, for a moment he had forgotten how close they were that Floyd could notice his expression. In fact, he can’t pin point exactly when he started to get comfortable to the other hovering around him. Truly, he still despises it since more often than not it meant the eel wanted to taunt him. Yet on rare moments like this, he found that he wasn’t too bad of a company, even if he was still too close. 

“It’s repetitive but it’s not unpleasant.” The yellow eye really contrasts over the brown, almost making it duller than it is. He wonders if it reflects in the dark, which wouldn’t be impossible given that Floyd is a sea creature. Under the depths, the sight of a single dancing flicker of gold would be enough to lure a prey to it’s end. He should ask Jade about it later. 

“It is. My mother used to play it often when I was younger to keep me engaged in studying, though at some point it stopped being necessary.” Riddle hadn’t really found it to be much of a loss, even if it was part of the things he’d come to appreciate as fun, silence almost always worked best to keep focus. “I find the slowness it’s best quality, it avoids distractions. Sometimes even classical can get you off track.”

There’s a small smirk at the mention of changing clubs, not that he didn’t think Floyd wasn’t fit for it but that he knew that he’d get bored with it easily. He heard enough complains from Ace about the eel’s sudden mood swings. “I don’t think you would have lasted too long there. If it’s anything like you are in basketball, you wouldn’t even play for half an hour before getting bored.” Maybe he shouldn’t be so blunt when Floyd is this close to him, but Riddle had never shied away from voicing his opinion before. Plus, he knew he was right. “ You’d also have to compete with Kalim for the drums. I’ve never heard you play but Kalim’s nothing to scoff at when it comes to percussion.” 

   “Booooring!” and that was that, he was not going to commit any of this to memory, nor will he remember riddle’s ex roommates in general or their coffee addiction especially. if theres no actual good fun coming out of this this feels extremely disappointing and annoying to even bother to push the topic further.

   It wouldn’t be odd if he put his head on top of riddles. much better than having to move with him tugged along by a cord. physical contact meant nothing to floyd, he did this with azul and jade all the time so the idea of someone not exactly being used to this sort of touch is completely lost on him. but even so he persists, despite knowing the dangers.

    “Thats good!” the song changes. thursday i don’t care about you, its friday i’m in love. a long song isn’t typical for floyd, but it reminds him of his mood swings rather than love. “If you ever need more music reccomendations, i can send them your way. mine would probably be better than sea otters, i listen to a lot of different types.”

   Floyd knew about his mother- his overblot was not exactly confidential with so many witnesses. also ace doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up. he’s quiet for a moment, uncharacteristic of the eel but the eerie smile on his face was unreadable. “really? i’d think the slowness of classical would also help. i dunno, i don’t study,” he says matter of factly. it’s not like hes going to start anytime soon anyway. 

There’s a brief flash of his roommate hissing at him while trying to hover the coffee tin away from his reach, unfortunately for the man, he wasn’t that much taller than Riddle so it had been an easy reach. A small scoff escapes before he can help it, the idea of the cat man attacking people for coffee was far more amusing than it should be.

“I guess you could call it an attack. You’d be surprised what coffee does to a person.” 

The moment the earbud is offered Riddle is already refusing even as the small gadget is placed on his ear. It’s annoying how Floyd just forces Riddle to do these small useless things, after all, there are better ways to spend time than listening to music. But as always the other just has to drag him to nonsense.

“ Fine! I’ll listen.” Truly Riddle didn’t care too much for music, he had merely asked it as conversation since they were to be there for a while. But actually listening to it now he can’t help but to be surprised. With furrowed brows he glances at Floyd, he really didn’t know what to expect of the eel’s music tastes but cheerful pop hadn’t been it. 

“Classic. Yes…” He rests back in his place, hand holding the ear piece in place against his ear. “But I also listen to that music most people use to study. I believe it’s called lofi, Kalim showed it to me and Azul during a study session.”

Some people would feel uncomfortable being read so clearly by others, but Riddle sees no problem in that. In fact, he finds that it’s much easier to avoid mistakes if one’s easy to predict. Floyd on the other hand, was as unpredictable as it could get, he wouldn’t have been able to give a guess like jazz for other.

“I didn’t know you three played. What’s your instrument?”

    “Hehe, you should record it, i wanna see.” the idea of someone going crazy over coffee is enough to make him chuckle. neither him nor jade were big coffee drinkers ( he thinks? ) more partial to water or tea or juice rather than the bitterness of coffee.  but its not like they had the luxury of warm drinks under the sea so maybe it was just a moment of not being acclimated towards them.

    It was a bit of a lean with how short riddle was compared to him. totally forgot this would happen if they shared wired headphones. his fault for forgetting to charge his regular set, really. but he didn’t toss aside ear bud, so that made the eel happy at least. if he had, he couldn’t promise riddle’s temper to be so toned down. 

   “What is it? don’t like the music or something?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow over the other’s furrowed brow. did he do something weird? was there something on his face? pop felt the most like floyd at this moment, didn’t it?

   Thank the seven riddle was atleast holding onto the earbud as he moved, as he leaned back, floyd would follow far too lazy to just hold up his hand to his ear this entire time. 

   “I knew you’d listen to classical. its good for the brain so i heard, but lofi? sea otter showed you something interesting then. i can’t do it, its too slow for me.”

   The predictability was what made riddle so fun to mess with. he could get him to do things just because that predictabily allowed him to guide the way a conversation went. it was a good match for his unpredictability. 

Riddle almost had half a mind to leave, in fact a good part of himself was still urging him to just take a different route. But as always, his sense of duty comes first, his conscience wouldn’t let him miss the opportunity to visit his old place while he still could. Plus Floyd had already caught onto him, turning now would have been far too rude even for his standards. It’s better he resigns himself and just accept his fate. In any case the bus should arrive any minute now, he can handle the eel for that long.

“Fate? That’s a whimsical way of seeing it.” Floyd seems to be in a good mood or at least in a mood that means he won’t torment him. However fleeting it’ll be, he’ll take it.

“I’m going to visit my old roommates. I have a slight suspicion one of them has already induced himself into a coffee frenzy.” It’s no suspicion at all, he knows for sure that it has happened, but it’s still enough of an excuse to at least make sure the old man is alright and didn’t fall into old habits.

Riddle frowns as he checks his watch, the bus being obviously delayed as it was nowhere in sight at the scheduled time. Even if he was learning to be more lenient Riddle still hated being tardy, but there was hardly anything he could do to change the situation. For once he doesn’t refuse the invitation, taking a seat next to Floyd with crossed arms.

“…What are you listening to?”

    If he wanted to he could absolutely scoot over but riddles tiny and he didn’t feel like it either. legs splay out in front of him, rolling his feet with the heel to the rythmn of the music. “doesn it sound more interesting if i put it that way though? fate sounds boring all by itself,” he laughs.

    “A coffee frenzy? thats the first i’ve ever heard that word used with something like a caffeinated drink. is he attackin’ people and stuff if he drinks too much of it?” what an odd phrase to use when all he can think about blood with a word like frenzy. maybe it was animal instinct but he wanted to go hunting again soon. 

    “ Does goldfishie wanna listen?” he offers an earbud, gets impatient, and slides it into his ear gently, but forcefully. its a pop song clearly with how upbeat the music was. he was in a good mood so, so upbeat music was the way to go when he’s waiting to get to his tedious and boring job. it keeps his mood steady hes noticed if he’s able to focus on something to keep him going, but he’s still volatile. no music could actually stop his mood swings after all. t*ylor sw*ft be damned. 

The child brings the blanket closer to her as the man approaches. She’s scared at first, but when she gets a better look at him when he squats down, she feels a little better. It takes her a moment, but she’s able to understand what he’s saying. “Pink tetra?” She doesn’t know what that is, but she hopes it’s super pretty or cute!

Regardless, she nods at his assurance. He won’t hurt her. She’ll believe him. Her gaze lowers to his hand and although she’ll believe that she will not be harmed, she’s still hesitant. “…” His name will be difficult to get. Still, she pulls a hand out from under her blanket and wraps her tiny fingers around the man’s much larger hand. She looks up at him, “How to pronounce name?” She asks, curiously. 

   “They’re little pink fishies, you look like one.” he hums, holding her small hand in his own now giving it a gentle shake. she’s too small, much too small to be here alone. the eel knows its gonna be a pain to keep her here, but for now he had a playmate for the moment. “can i carry you somewhere. its just around the corner,” he says pointing with his thumb towards the doorway he came out of.

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There’s confusion written all over her face. She doesn’t recognize this place. She remembers having come home from one of her training sessions with Windy and she fell asleep. She hadn’t been tired, but the moment she entered her home, she was enveloped by sleep. Strange that she would find herself in a completely unfamiliar area. 

Was this another one of those situations that the Stars created? 

“….” She looks around, blanket wrapped around her. Windy had given her this blanket as a means of apologizing. She said ‘you’re probably going to be cold so here, take this’, But Girl knew that she wanted to say Sorry. The child had quite few bruises from training with her older counterpart, after all.

“hello?” Her voice is just a whisper. No one may be able to hear her, or maybe someone was nearby to hear her tiny voice. 

Floyd knew this place. the dark hallways, the winding staircases and the dusty, old classrooms he had come to learn as his second home. this was a dream, there was no way in hell it wasn’t- maybe a nightmare actually. considering hes stuck during the boardgame clubs meeting and he absentmindedly twittled with some cards. 

But he heard it, the unmistakable voice of someone unrecgonizable within his dream. predator hearing made just for moments like this when someone might sneak up on him- but it sounded frail, quiet. childlike even. rising from his seat he sticks his head out into the hallway eyes scanning for the intruder who had stumbled into his dream. a baffled expression plays across features, noticing the little girl in the hallway all cuddled up like an oyster in its shell.

He strided over, careful not to startle her because he knew how tall people can be scary to children. once floyd finally got up to the girl he quickly situated himself in a squat, hand under his chin so he can get a good luck at the invader.

   “Its rare we actually run into each other by a chance of fate,” floyd smiles from his seat at the bus stop. long legs are outstretched, his head bouncing to the beat of a song blasting in one of his ears as the other is twirled around his finger so he could listen if riddle wanted a conversation out of him. for once in a relatively docile mood, not in a belligerent mood nor overly excitable just content. 

   “Where ya goin today?” a relatively innocent question that sounds odd coming from his mouth. one that could mean anything when it was something floyd leech was asking. he didn’t have time to chase him though, already late for work and his work uniform jacket tucked neatly on his lap was the indication of that.

im going to put you and baizhu in my mouth for safekeeping dont worry he will not harm you (maybe) but thank you!!!!!!! that means so much to me!!! i want to portray a floyd whos carefree and fun, but also has an aura of almost something not human nor right about him so i rly hope u can see that in my writing