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Working his way up Jade's body, Floyd makes sure that he can turn on his side if he wants but hardly more than that. He was still considering the idea of just outright tying Jade to the bed to make sure he stayed still long enough to get better.

"Don't make me call mom." He warned in a low voice, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek against Jade's forehead. "She'll worry. Now get some shut eye for a couple hours and I'll bring ya some soup when it's done."

Unprompted // @sweetlybite

Jade Leech prides himself on his composure. His cool, calm, and collection composure comes as easily as breathing. Normally, Jade would have gotten up at seven in the morning but today something pushes him back into bed, weighing heavily on his limbs and his chest. His body feels tones heavier and something deep in him warns that he probably should skip school today.

It must be something in the food, he mumbles to himself. Jade being adventurous with his palate wasn't quite a secret among his fellow Octavinelle students. He's always delighted to try new things, be it food on land or in the Coral Sea. Maybe the mollusks from yesterday had gone bad. With shivering hands, Jade reaches for his bed post to push himself up once more, only to be pushed back down, but this time, by none other than his twin brother Floyd.

He blearily watches Floyd's lips as he mumbles something — whatever Floyd is trying to tell him, it's practically inaudible to Jade now. He lets out another hefty sneeze and Floyd scowls, shoving a thermometer into his mouth as he lifts his sheets to tuck Jade back in, gesture soft and gentle.

"I'm... sick?" He echoes Floyd's thoughts. It's true, eels getting sick was unheard of. The chillness of the rain on land had been nothing compared to the temperature in the deep sea. Why would he get sick simply for neglecting to bring an umbrella? Perhaps Floyd is right: the transformation truly did break something in them.

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Long arms hook themselves around the lion beastman's middle, closing firmly enough that one could have mistaken it for a bear hug if they were in any way friends. Floyd presses his cheek to Leona's, smiling as he tightens his grip enough for the other to feel it for a second.

"Ya smell like Jade, Sea Lion." He hums pleasantly, tone light. "Seen him in your room a few times too." Now what Jade did to amuse himself wasn't his business. That was just fact, and he didn't mind leaving it at that. However. "Might have to bite ya again if you step outta line, hm~? You messed me up a bit last time. It was fun."

It had taken the cracks in his skin weeks to heal, but he'd gotten a good look at the process of it in the meantime. He had a fairly good idea of what he could handle before needing to back out and call it a day.

"But!" His voice lifts, a giggle bubbling up out of his mouth as he purposely drags his cheek over Leona's - pointedly marking him just to agitate the other's sensitive nose. "You guys keep playing all fun like, and we ain't got a problem. Sounds good?"

He goes still the moment arms encircle his waist, placing one hand over one of Floyd's arm as claws extend and press against pale skin. It's meant as a silent warning, claws refraining from piercing skin even if the temptation is there. It's all he can do to focus on the other's words, piercing eyes falling to dual-colored ones.

At the accusation, he rolls his eyes, tilting his head away some to reduce the contact between their bodies. Just how bad would it be if he scratched out an eye or two... Still, he can't deny that Jade's scent lingers on him, Leona repeatedly finding the guy snoozing on his bed every few days. It's an annoyance, but bearable with how swiftly the beastman kicks him out. It doesn't mean he can get rid of the eel's smell as it clings to his blankets and pillows. Who knew Floyd would pick up on it, much less be this peeved over it.

"Happy to do it again if it was that fun for you~," he quips back, his tail giving a solid thump against the other's leg as his patience begins to thin. "Keep yer mouth to yourself and don't get your pants all in a twist. Last I checked we were getting along just fine, so no need to get aggressive and worry him, right?~" Already, he knew Jade would have a few choice words at him if he went through with hurting Floyd again. It'd all be a headache to deal with, especially now that Azul seemed to share in this jealousy and possessiveness over the vice housewarden.

He huffs again as Floyd's cheek rubs against him, the sensation making his fur stand on end. Ears press against his head as a low growl escapes him in warning, already knowing the other's scent would be lingering on him for the rest of the day. Bastard. It's enough to make him start shoving at the guy's face, resisting his grip to get some space between them again. "Alright, you're getting too cozy now. You don't want him hanging around me, say it to his face instead of sneaking around and making it my problem. I'm not the one inviting him to my dorm."

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

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What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

milou's actually quite good with kids — unless she'd have to be a parent. she's the fun aunt who'll enable kids in all their mischief :^) she's not particularly fond of them however, as she honestly has no idea how to properly handle them when it isn't all about screwing around and finding out. 0/10 would recommend as a baby sitter though, unless you're ready to deal with the consequences (which would be your kid coming home with a new and VERY colorful vocabulary)

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

moral compass? don't know her

alright KLJDSFJHGSDF the thing is, milou always prioritizes her own interests and most importantly her own freedom. you won't get anywhere with simply trying to convince her to give up those things, you'd have to present her with an offer of equal value.

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

for her og lore? where do i even start :^) i'd say it has to be her family's big fall from grace. while she grew up in a world surrounded by crime, milou actually had a stable life set up for her and could even have left it behind later on, if that's what she desired — that's also what her older brother did.

it all came crashing down though when her father broke the contract they had with velk, and then vanishing without a trace. milou might have only been in her early-mid teens at that point in time, but she had already learned to assume the worst for punishment. only her and her mother were left to pick up what remained of their family's organisation. but then, her mother also bailed on her.

to say that being left as the lone sheep surrounded by wolves left her in disarray would be a vast understatement.

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

trust. especially after what had happened during her teenage years as mentioned before.

i've talked about this before, but trust is something that is immensely hard to build up with milou. ever since that incident, the only person she feels like she can trust is herself — and she's not even sure of that sometimes.

Reorganizing his notes, Vil barely glances in Floyd's direction in acknowledgment. An airy laugh came from him as he was forced to think about Beanfest — that's right, it should be coming around again. It doesn't even feel as though it's been that long. Vil gave it some thought before Floyd even asked him, but now he remembers promptly dropping the topic in mind in favor of another task.

"If by working with me, you mean deciding at the last minute to not help during ambushes?" Admittedly Floyd can work quite well. However, it's a matter of him deciding if he wants to, that's the trouble. "Getting ahead of yourself, I see. Though, I can admire your spirit." Seems as though every year Floyd gets a little more anxious about the event — rightfully so, as it serves as a nice stress reliever.

When your heart breaks, it can grow back... Twisted.

It can grow back crooked and gnarled and hard.

At the moment of Craig's overblot, there is room for little but resentment left in his heart. As he feels the viscous black ink pooling in his being, he simultaneously becomes aware of a great swelling power within him, fueled by his bitterness. The grief following his mother's death, the pain of enduring years of abuse and neglect, being belittled and perceived as weak by his peers, and being used by those he thought cared about him. Craig recalls all of it.

Why... Why didn't anyone come to save him?

What was it all for!?

He hates it. He hates now naïve he's been. He hates how the world failed him, and will continue to fail others like him. How the people who hurt him feel no remorse for their cruelty. Slowly, his voice trickles out, tinged with madness and sorrow in equal measure.

" They'll pay... They'll pay... I'll make them all pay! "

His laugh is piteous, both of himself and of his unthinking spite. When something hurts this much, there must be a reason for it... There must be someone to blame. Even as he changed, he still had longing. But now, what he longed for the most was for everyone else to hurt as much as he did.

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"What's the matter, Floyd?" He crouches over Floyd's sleeping form on his bed and places a hand on his shoulder.

Floyd has been rather unlike himself as of late, but Jade could not, for the life of him, figure out why his twin is being restless. Perhaps it had something to do with his increasing visits to Ignihyde? Admittedly, the way he frequents to the same places was incredibly scarce, although that provided nothing in particular as to why it causes a shift in the atmosphere of his daily life. Floyd throwing tantrums seems to be commonplace for everyone, but to Jade, he seldom kept to himself and would rather prefer to air out what irked him in the first place.

Almost nothing disturbs Jade. He's learned to make peace with the worst of the world and embrace its good little moments, but the thought of drifting apart from either Floyd or Azul may be the very exact thing that rips his heart apart.

Ah, perhaps Floyd thought that he might be replaced? Is that why he's grown incredibly distant and kept to himself?

Under any circumstances, Jade would think Floyd is nothing but smart, smarter than himself, even, but these were the moments when he could not help but be reminded of how silly his brother can be.

Floyd vc: I ran out of eel stickers, but you get it~☆

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Jade could understand Floyd on the part of not being humble or modest - whenever Floyd knew he was good at something, he was never ashamed of making it known. Honestly, Jade didn't mind. That trait in Floyd made him proud of him.