#floyd leech fluf

Ah, of course, it was none other than Jade Leech who had entered the room!

“Hello, Yuu,” Jade greeted, his signature smile illuminating his face.

“Ah, Jade! It’s wonderful to see you! Hello hello!” you replied, waving at him with enthusiasm.

“Oya? You seem particularly buoyant today,” he observed, a curious tilt to his head. “What’s the occasion that has you so cheerful?”

“Heh, must there really be a specific occasion?” You chuckled softly, a warm smile gracing your lips. “I guess I'm just really happy I exist today.” you exclaimed, your heart brimming with contentment.

The man chuckled softly, a sound that danced lightly in the air. "Fufufu. I see, I suppose that is a fair point," he conceded whilst nodding on, before eyeing your cheerful figure up and down.

The next thing you felt was an unexpected touch of a cold, gloved hand— surprisingly gentle— coming to rest upon your head. The contrast of the chill against the warmth of your spirit sent a shiver down your spine, yet there was a comforting softness to it that made you feel oddly cherished.

Holy crap, Jade Leech was patting you.

"Take it easy during your shift today. Allow Floyd or me to manage any troublesome customers that may appear. I wouldn't want anything to mar your day. After all, how could I lose the adorable sight of your joyful spirit to some irrelevant guest, fufufu.." Jade spoke with an unexpected softness, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor that was often reserved for acquaintances, customers, or benefactors.

You couldn't help but melt and lean into his touch, the warmth of his hand sending delightful shivers down your spine. After all, that was probably one of— if not THE— most heartwarming thing you had heard all day. You ought to savor this momen—

*SLAM!*

The door to the kitchen of Mostro Lounge abruptly swung open with a forceful bang, and what do you know— Floyd Leech burst forth from its depths, his vibrant energy filling the room.

“Booo, Jade's trying to woo Shrimpy!!” Floyd exclaimed, pouting. He stomped his way over to you, his expression a blend of jealousy and determination, before pulling you towards him. “That's no fair! I want to pat Shrimpy too. I call dibs! Shoo, you'll get your turn later, Jade-o!” He waved his hands in a mock gesture of dismissal.

Floyd encircled you with one arm and used his other hand to playfully ruffle your hair. His headpats stood in stark contrast to Jade's, as Floyd was practically drowning you in affection— as opposed to Jade's gentle touch, which was characterized by a calm and steady hand that exuded a sense of tranquility. While Jade's caress was soothing and composed, Floyd's playful antics filled the air with warmth and exuberance. Oh, but it was ruining your hair, so you should probably try and get him to stop.

Your attention returned to Jade, who met your gaze with a weary sigh.

“Heeh... Floyd, my shift is about to begin, so could you kindly let g—”

“Ehhh...? Don’t be such a downer, Shrimpy!” Floyd tightened his squeeze on you, refusing to release.

“Floyd,” Jade called out, his tone laced with a hint of exasperation. In response, Floyd let out a grand, theatrical sigh, as if letting go were the end of the world.

“Fine, fine...” he relented, though his playful demeanor lingered, hinting that the moment was far from over.