How does a car come into this?
He's never said anything relating to a car... so how does this guy... huh?
Is he stupid or something?
And just like that, Floyd's mood does a complete 180- body stilling, lips pulling into a grin, a laugh falling out from them- clear joy radiating from his being.
"Are you stupid or something?" He echoes his thoughts, placing his hands in his pockets- much too casual for a situation such as this. "I ain't ever said anything about a car, guppy, and if you think you can squeeze one, you'd have to go back to school! His voice is just like his laugh; loud, nasally, and high-pitched.
It'd be even funnier if I told Shrimpy!
With the newfound idea, the merman turns his head, ready to call out to the human-
His face falls, as he sees the Prefect lying on the ground next to him, rapidly shaking.
Ah, well, whatever. Doesn't matter. Plus, it's kind of funny to see her like this.
"Aww, it looks like the little Shrimpy needs help!" The merman giggles, "Well- I guess I better help ya get on your feet. Aren't I just so kind?" He bends down, Floyd picking the Prefect up by his collar, setting him right on his feet. "There ya go! That must feel a lot better than lying on the floor, eh, Shrimpy?"
However, despite feeling grateful, the so-called seafood can only feel smelting hot panic slam through her body, infecting her brain and making her thing of one thing:
Frantically jumping around the room, Prathamik's eyes try to catch even a glimpse of the ball of fur, all of objects in the Mostro Lounge blurring together to become one conglomerate mess-
His eyes fix on the sight of Grim, stomach leaping to his chest.
Arms spread out, as if trying to stop the giant mouth coming his way- the feline looks scared, downright horrified, at the scene before him-mouth open, ready to spread some flames, trying to stop his imminent death.
The scene's going too fast.
It's going too fast, there's too much happening at once and Grim is going to die and-
Ice-cold water is poured onto Prathamik's brain.
Blood starts to fill the Prefect's mouth.
Lips splitting apart, a step taken forward, Prathamik prepares to rush forward, to save Grim, to not have one of the only friends she's ever made in this world die-