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@bindingheart
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.
