“Hehe, you should record it, i wanna see.” the idea of someone going crazy over coffee is enough to make him chuckle. neither him nor jade were big coffee drinkers ( he thinks? ) more partial to water or tea or juice rather than the bitterness of coffee. but its not like they had the luxury of warm drinks under the sea so maybe it was just a moment of not being acclimated towards them.
It was a bit of a lean with how short riddle was compared to him. totally forgot this would happen if they shared wired headphones. his fault for forgetting to charge his regular set, really. but he didn’t toss aside ear bud, so that made the eel happy at least. if he had, he couldn’t promise riddle’s temper to be so toned down.
“What is it? don’t like the music or something?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow over the other’s furrowed brow. did he do something weird? was there something on his face? pop felt the most like floyd at this moment, didn’t it?
Thank the seven riddle was atleast holding onto the earbud as he moved, as he leaned back, floyd would follow far too lazy to just hold up his hand to his ear this entire time.
“I knew you’d listen to classical. its good for the brain so i heard, but lofi? sea otter showed you something interesting then. i can’t do it, its too slow for me.”
The predictability was what made riddle so fun to mess with. he could get him to do things just because that predictabily allowed him to guide the way a conversation went. it was a good match for his unpredictability.
“I played drums, kinda wish i went to music club instead of basketball club, not that it matters anymore.”
“I’m going to prevent it from happening, not to make a show out of it.” He doesn’t think his previous roommate would appreciate it if Riddle would record their exchange, even if it would be good evidence to build his case. He’ll just have to see how bad it is when he gets there.
Riddle blinks at the question, for a moment he had forgotten how close they were that Floyd could notice his expression. In fact, he can’t pin point exactly when he started to get comfortable to the other hovering around him. Truly, he still despises it since more often than not it meant the eel wanted to taunt him. Yet on rare moments like this, he found that he wasn’t too bad of a company, even if he was still too close.
“It’s repetitive but it’s not unpleasant.” The yellow eye really contrasts over the brown, almost making it duller than it is. He wonders if it reflects in the dark, which wouldn’t be impossible given that Floyd is a sea creature. Under the depths, the sight of a single dancing flicker of gold would be enough to lure a prey to it’s end. He should ask Jade about it later.
“It is. My mother used to play it often when I was younger to keep me engaged in studying, though at some point it stopped being necessary.” Riddle hadn’t really found it to be much of a loss, even if it was part of the things he’d come to appreciate as fun, silence almost always worked best to keep focus. “I find the slowness it’s best quality, it avoids distractions. Sometimes even classical can get you off track.”
There’s a small smirk at the mention of changing clubs, not that he didn’t think Floyd wasn’t fit for it but that he knew that he’d get bored with it easily. He heard enough complains from Ace about the eel’s sudden mood swings. “I don’t think you would have lasted too long there. If it’s anything like you are in basketball, you wouldn’t even play for half an hour before getting bored.” Maybe he shouldn’t be so blunt when Floyd is this close to him, but Riddle had never shied away from voicing his opinion before. Plus, he knew he was right. “ You’d also have to compete with Kalim for the drums. I’ve never heard you play but Kalim’s nothing to scoff at when it comes to percussion.”
