#floyd leech drabble

     Floyd had skipped class throughout the entire day and, apparently, hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet – not even to get something to eat. With a tentative hand, you raised it and lightly tapped your knuckles against the door, waiting for a response. You tried again and, with your second attempt, you heard shuffling from inside the room but nothing besides what sounded like him just shifting around in bed. You took a deep breath and finally asked, “Floyd? Are you alright? Jade and Azul said you seemed… a bit out of it today and asked me to come to check up on you myself.” Still nothing, so you continued talking, “I brought some takoyaki – Jade made it since it’s your favorite and you haven’t eaten today; it smells pretty good, I think. Hehe, Azul wasn’t very happy about it, though.”

      Another minute or two passed by silently before, all too suddenly, the door flew open and two arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you into the dark room as the tray of food fell to the ground with a loud ‘clang’ that resonated throughout the halls of the eerily quiet dorm. You couldn’t see anything, but you could feel Floyd holding onto you like a lifeline, his head pressed against your neck as he kept squeezing your body closer to his. You didn’t have time to scold him for wasting the food before his mood began affecting you, too – usually, whenever he was like this, it never lasted longer than a few hours but, for some reason, it has lasted all day.

     “Do… do you want to talk about it?” Floyd didn’t say anything, but you felt him shake his head ‘no’ before picking you up like you weighed nothing and walking back to his bed, flopping down on his side with you still held tightly in his arms. You didn’t say anything more, shifting slightly to get a bit more comfortable as your stroked his hair lightly, staring aimlessly into the dark room. 

     As your eyes started adjusting, you turned your head slightly to look at the wall that was to your back, noticing the multiple open containers of cookies and bags of sweets on the shelf – at least you knew Floyd hadn’t been starving all day, but he needed some food with more sustenance like the takoyaki… that was probably still lying in the hallway outside of his room. Hopefully, Jade and Azul wouldn’t put the wasted food on a tab for you to pay off later or something – you didn’t have the madol for that given how much Grim ate you out of house and home.

     You turned back to where Floyd was still buried in your chest, sighing as you continued to pet his head and telling him in a soft voice, “Floyd, you need something real to eat – I’m sure these snacks aren’t very filling… or healthy for that matter.”

     He didn’t say anything for a moment before muttering out, his voice slightly obscured due to where his face was currently, “… ‘M not hungry. Just need my Shrimpy to stay here and cuddle with me.” Floyd punctuated his sentence by squeezing your body closer to his ever so slightly, not as tightly as his usual hugs were, though this was something you weren’t going to complain about. It’s nice when his embraces don’t make you feel as though he’s going to squeeze the living daylights out of you, but you did miss the usual vigor they had.

     You sighed quietly and pushed him away from your chest gently in order to make eye contact with him, telling him, “Okay but, once you’re feeling up to it, I’ll go make you something to eat, okay? Eating that much sugar isn’t good for you, you know?”

     You could see his cheeks puff out slightly in a pout before he rolled his eyes, the golden one seeming to glow in the darkness as he muttered out a “…fiiiiine” before returning to his previous position nuzzled against your chest.

     “Thank you, Floyd.” You said, your voice a whisper and a soft smile gracing your features as you returned your attention to his hair. You ran your fingers through his teal locks, working out any knot with a careful hand in order to try and not cause him any pain in the process – there was nothing worse than a tangled mass of hair being ripped out of your head when you’re just trying to relax. Floyd’s hair was surprisingly soft, but you could tell from the slight grease that coated the strands that he hadn’t washed it for at least a day or two.

      Time passed by and, after what seemed like hours with him just holding you close and you absentmindedly messing around with his hair, you asked him tentatively, not expecting an answer since you were 99% sure he had clonked out at some point, “Is… is there anything else I can do for you?”

     Floyd’s response was immediate which surprised you greatly since you were almost positive he had been asleep, “Nah – just keep playin’ with my hair.” He pulled away from you for a moment and grabbed your hand in his, placing it against his head with a content smile on his face, his sharpened teeth not as intimidating as they were to you in the past and his eyes shining teasingly.

     You rolled your eyes like he had done before, smiling as you continued your ministrations as you asked in an attempt to make sure you were giving him what he required, “…and you're absolutely sure this is what you need?”

     “Yep~… Now be quiet and just let me squeeze you, Shrimpy.” Floyd sang out, pulling you into his chest as he nuzzled his chin into your hair. Well, you weren’t expecting this, but it was pretty nice. Your neck had started hurting after so long in the same position, and now you were able to use the Floyd Leech as a pillow – not many people could say that in their lifetime.

Azul

He hates to just sit around, especially when he thinks there’s more to do. He loves to keep busy, he always has to be doing something.

It doesn’t all have to be manual labor though, he might spend hours looking up recipes that he’d think you’d enjoy, or taking extra classes, like a cooking or spend some time peacefully gardening.

He likes to pack your lunch every morning, and he’ll always add a lot bit of your favorite snack to give you a boost of energy to get through the day

He’s always overworking himself, and ignoring his needs. Like rest.

“Ah, y/n, you’re home early. What a surprise…”

“Are you okay Azul, you look like you’re drenched in sweat- Are you coming down with a fever…?”

“No I feel fine,” He reassured you.

“You’ve been overworking yourself too much then.”

“I have not. I’ve just been doing what needs to be done.” He scolded, trying to prove a point.

“Come on, I’ll cook dinner today, it’s your turn to rest.”

“But you’ve been at work all day- It’s fine really-!”

“And you’ve been cleaning all day, it’s your turn to take a break.”

“Thank you y/n… I appreciate it.” He sighed with a smile, knowing that arguing was futile.

Jade

An absolute clean freak, but in a chaotic way. You’ve never seen anyone scrub a toilet with so much energy and effort but with such a stoic yet smiley face.

He might leave things out a bit if he gets preoccupied with something else, like he’ll leave the faucet on for hours while he’s vacuuming, or he’ll leave out a carton of milked cause he remember that he needed to clean the windows.

But he likes to work by himself, you’ll offer to help but he can be stubborn when he wants to, so you cave, and right after you tell him that the sink is on fire, for the 3rd time that week. It was a Tuesday.

He loves to welcome you home from work with kind gestures, like preparing a surprise picnic, or giving you a massage if you mention that you’re sore.

“Ah… Please be gentle, Jade.”

“Of course, y/n…”

“Uggh…Not so hard!”

“I apologize it’s hard to contain myself when you’re… like this.”

“Jade! It- it hurts! But it feels so good.”

“I know y/n, trust in me.”

“Nngh…Azul was right, you really do give great shoulder massages.”

And poor Grimm was outside your door wanting to ask you something, traumatized. Ngl, situations like that happen quite frequently.

Floyd

Your shelved are filled with random things he finds at markets or thrift stores. Including a very creepy doll that you swear you saw blink.

But Floyd calls it his treasure so you just shrug and let him continue his collection. He is a bit of a hoarder though and you need to help him sort through a bunch of things.

You try the pile method but he ends up putting everything in the maybe it the keep pile. You get absolutely no where.

He hates being bored but he won’t do a lot of extra work, so he’ll go out and find more things, like little nicknacks that he says reminds him of you. …Like a cartoon squirrel easy-bake-oven. You decide to take it in stride.

He also breaks things quite a bit, he tries to fix them for the most part, but sometimes he just gives up and will put broken dishes back in the cabinets.

“Why are all of our dishes broken..?”

“They’re not broken, now we have dinner ware for 57 more little shrimpies!”

“…When are we inviting 57 shrimp over dinner?”

“Next Wednesday, do you not check the calendar? We put it up for a reason.”

“…My bad..?”