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affiliated floyd leech of twisted wonderland. written by castor.

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baddestdangerboy​:

Well it’s better than being squeezed to death in a big bear grandma hug if anything. 

“Yeah, I mean I guess they do. In the warm fuzzy stories and stuff like that. Probably could break spines if someone messes with their grandkids or if their kids forget to give em dinner or something.”

But this is all secondhand knowledge and also knowledge out of tv too. Badou shrugs.

||  █ ▌— huh. well, that sounded like a grandmotherly thing to do, he supposed. he was sure his parents would probably break some spines if he or jade were ever hurt, but they were just really protective like that. he and jade could take care of themselves.

❝ i see. also... i forgot why i said i was gonna squeeze you, peekytoe crab. ❞

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amaikus​:

Ramuda’s expression turns even more irritated as he tilts his head to the side. Just who does this guy think he is? Ramuda was here first, and he just wants to enjoy sunbathing on the beach. So rude, honestly!

He clears his throat and crosses his legs, and then his arms. He clears his throat again in obvious irritation before kicking a little bit of sand off his towel. “Uhm!! I don’t know why you’re being so rude, onii-san, but I was here first, so you have to be the one to move. This beach is for sunbathing or going swimming and you’re not really doing either, ehe.”

||  █ ▌— if floyd notices the fact that this guy is getting steadily more irritated, he sure doesn’t show it. instead he just raises an eyebrow. irritation grows on his face, but he’s used to people not necessarily understanding that that’s a warning sign.

wild animals give all sorts of warnings, before they attack. ❝ try and move me, then. i don’t think you own the beach, do you? ❞ he didn’t feel like he was being rude, but he wasn’t about to back down in the face of someone like this anyway. he was stubborn like that, that was all.

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regemverum​:

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Ardyn’s eyes are narrowed and his hands are holding onto the railing so he can look down at the books below him. He tilts his head and looks across the scene – people are reading different texts, both ancient and illegible, and Ardyn distantly wonders if there’s someone here who curates them. The books to him look worn and barely readable, but if he’s persistent enough he’s sure he will be able to find something that interests him. 

He looks down the stairs and begins his descent, one hand touching along the spines of the books that face him. Some other readers move out of his path and he almost bumps into a couple, but he continues on while humming a tune under his breath. He pauses, hand still on the books and stares at another person in front of him. Shirt untucked, hair a mess, and staring at one page of a particularly well-worn book.

Ardyn takes off his hat and inclines his head, a slow smile spreading across his face. He leans forward and quickly pulls a book off the shelf, thumbing through it as he smiles more to himself.

“Mm… a librarian on duty, reading through old tomes…” he says, still looking at his own book. There’s nothing useful he can discern, but he keeps up appearances. He lets a beat pass and looks up, grinning just a little. “Wouldn’t your superior be upset if they knew?”

||  █ ▌— floyd is flipping idly through the book someone had left on the table. it’s enough to keep his interest for now, bored as he is, and he’s honestly glad for anything that’ll kill time at this point.

maybe he should look into getting a job someplace?

not... not here, though. he glances up at the man who had addressed him. he... was talking to floyd, right? a glance to the left and then to the right more or less confirms there’s no one else within reasonable earshot. does he look like a librarian? floyd hasn’t seen many of those, especially on land in particular. he’s not sure what they dress like. maybe they do dress like this, and azul’s been dressing him and jade like librarians as part of a joke.

or, more likely, this guy’s just confused. floyd raises a single eyebrow and shakes his head.

❝ i don’t work here, you know. i’m just trying to figure out what any of this is, ❞ he says, with a gesture of his hand. this library is... not at all like anything he’s used to. all these books seem more or less useless, illegible, or both.

still, he’s in a pretty good mood, so he isn’t the least but upset at being interrupted. ❝ why, were you looking for a librarian? ❞

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@roseheartes​ // ♡

||  █ ▌— it wasn’t every day floyd came across a familiar face, not here. he’d only come across a couple of people he knew ( most significantly jade and azul, thankfully ) and so he hadn’t expected, really, to see anyone else.

especially not someone he’s actually glad to see. a slow grin spreads across his face as he already gets into all the ways he’s going to bother his friend ( are they friends? floyd thinks so. )

❝ ehe, hey goldfishie. ❞

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baddestdangerboy​:

Floyd’s confusion also just, kind of puts a damper there on that rage. He isn’t confused per se, maybe puzzled? Or just. In disbelief. 

And still annoyed at peekytoe.

“No, I don’t really wanna get squeezed at all. You’re not anyone’s grandma as far as I know, that’s what they do.”

||  █ ▌— a rapidly-fluctating mood is a staple of floyd’s personality, sorry to say. his mood swings put him all over the place.

❝ grandmas squeeze? ❞ he asks with an accompanying head tilt. he never met his grandmother. not too strange for eels, even eel merfolk. ❝ huh. do they break your spine, too? ❞

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baddestdangerboy​:

“You try and squeeze me you’re not gonna get more toothpaste at the end,” he growls, shoulders curled up as he bends at the knee, ready to lunge again.

For the moment he doesn’t, though. Call it his mind clearing? Or self preservation? Or maybe just a little leftover caution trying to SCREAM itself back into existence.

||  █ ▌— ❝ toothpaste...? ❞ floyd blinks with clear confusion on his face. that response seems to have distracted him enough that he loses the murderous edge to his smile. instead, he just looks confused.

he holds up an arm and tilts his head to the side. ❝ so... you don’t want to get squeezed, little peekytoe? ❞

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treasuredeath​:

➤       “You’re… familiar with magic? What kind?” Hazel set down her coffee cup on the table, curiously leaning in. “Not everyone in my world had such abilities, so it’s nice to find out that it isn’t just demigods and gods who can use magic.” Along with other entities, but that was a story for another time.

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||  █ ▌— floyd nodded at the question. magic, to him, had always come easily, but he knew that was not the case for others. it was neither particularly rare nor particularly uncommon in his world, but to him it was as normal as breathing. ❝ i know all kinds. elemental, summoning, changing the colours of things... i’m supposed to know how to fly but i usually fall. ❞ which was... fine, really. ❝ you have to be a god to use magic in your world? that seems... like there wouldn’t be a lot of magic around, then. ❞ or are gods just more common?

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leftaremybcnes​:

“Y'gotta be jokin’, right??” He stared as if they threw a head, the nonchalant attitude had him in a bit of shock, “tha’ ain’t my point, kid. There are many harmless pranks out there for y’t’ choose, y'dont have t'hurt someone for a laugh, ‘nd by th’ end of th’ day, it ain’t funny anymore.”

❝ uh, no, not joking, mr. pelican, ❞ he said, lapsing into his habit of sea-based nicknaming. ❝ old people are always boring. but fine, maybe i’ll listen. ❞ 

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leftaremybcnes​:

“Common sense ‘bout not goin’ outta hand. Yes, they’re meant t’ be fun, but it ain’t fun when Someone’s hurt and needs a hospital, ain’t It?”

❝ i dunno. isn’t it? ❞ he asks. ❝ i’ve never put anyone in the hospital, though. ❞ probably, at least. not that he knows of. the infirmary, maybe, especially in grade school... ❝ what about just a little hurt, that’s fun, right? ❞ 

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leftaremybcnes​:

He’s gonna raise his brow their way, “it’s called a common sense, kid. Could use one.” Also, since when was he an old man?

❝ what do you mean ‘common sense’? pranks are about having fun, aren’t they? sometimes people get a little hurt. ❞

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leftaremybcnes​:

"Prankin' 'nd all is dandy until y'get someone hurt. If tha'happens, how 'bout we stop??" Cause it would happen during the holidays, Bones can feel it in his gut.

❝ eh, you want people to stop right before it gets good? i hope i don’t get that boring when i get old... ❞

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quickwits​:

     his miffed expression toward this stranger is more like a harmless pout than anything truly hostile. man, he was so close that time! he definitely would’ve caught it had it not been for this little mishap. he huffs out the air from his cheeks, bangs stuck in place from sea water, and hikes up his lab coat as he answers:  “ yes, the fish! i was going to catch it, not that it really matters because it’s gone now… ”      shins deep, he wades through the slosh of waves as he scans the water for any other nearby opportunities, though unsurprisingly there’s not much of anything around – save for the occasional sand dollar. leon’s ears give one slight frustrated twitch.     “ they keep slipping away, but i know i can catch one! i’m just… warming up, that’s all. ”

||  █ ▌— floyd just grins, shaking his head. when he notices that it’s irritation rather than true hostility on the other’s face, he finds it easy to break into an unnerving smile ( not that it’s unnerving on purpose, of course, he just has sharp teeth like an ocean predator ). hands clasped behind his back he leans forward to peer into the water. freshwater fish could be tasty...

❝ there are other fish here. if you keep real still. ❞

he eyed the water. they were little things, mostly. but even something as tiny as a goldfish could have a good flavour to it... though he knew people on land usually needed to cook things to enjoy them, and that would be tricky on this island... but still! it could be done.

❝ want me to show you how to do it? ❞

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aperturesurvivor​:

SPOTTED OF COURSE,   though Chell really hadn’t expected not to be. She isn’t especially worried– she’s only a person, severely under-dressed for this occasion– and not particularly likely to be seen as a threat to other captives on this island. Though, her bloodied pipe that she’s been using to defend herself might tell a different tale. 

Quickly, she stands upright– no use in trying to hide, and such an action could perhaps result in raised suspicions. 

Meeting his gaze only briefly, Chell gives a slight shrug and rolls out her shoulders, hopping over the rubble to approach. Neck cranes to get a look at the area he’s rummaging in– she’s already been through here, there’s not much left for taking now and there wasn’t then, but there might be a few things others could be interested in. 

Regardless, Chell knows of much better spots to look. 

She stops a metre or so away from the other, arms crossed over her chest, weapon still hanging loosely from her grip. It’s become nearly a fixture of her being, and, though nowhere near as versatile as the former fixture, it gets the job done in a pinch. 

With her free hand, she gestures at the area around them and shakes her head, before pointing down a corridor to the left. From what she’s gathered, there’s a storeroom down there, and there should be a better stock of supplies down that way.

||  █ ▌— floyd definitely doesn’t see her as a threat, but rather, someone in a similar position to his own. that should be reassuring, but floyd ( while never what one might call particularly cautious ) was unsure of things here. he eyes the makeshift weapon and is definitely on alert over it. still... he could take a human in a fight. probably.

it’s not like she’s well-armed.

he hopes it doesn’t come down to that.

he doesn’t want to have to tell azul or jade that he got into a fight already, at least not a fight for no reason.

floyd glances in the direction that she’s pointing and hums, definitely letting curiosity and general impulsiveness get the better of him. ❝ that way? ❞ he asks, picking up quickly on the fact that either she can’t speak, or doesn’t wish to. either way is fine, floyd can accomodate to the best of his ability.

❝ wanna go together, parrot fish? ❞ he asks, lapsing into his typical nicknaming habit. 

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baddestdangerboy​:

Badou’s rather satisfied his punch landed, if the jagged smirk across his face is any indication. Indignation and rage and pain (those claws STING) fuel him now, and he’s not ready to back down yet.

“Go ahead– I’m gonna make sure it burns when you piss!” He embellishes this with–.

Badou–… please.

||  █ ▌— floyd just laughs, a high, giggly sound. it’s funny to see people get so worked up over stuff like this. let’s see how far this good mood will carry him. he holds up both hands and gestures to his chest.

❝ i’ll give you one more freebie before i grab you and squeeze, okay? ❞

how generous, floyd...

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rexerrat​:

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{ 👑 } PERHAPS IT IS A FOOLISH NOTION to allow himself a relaxed state of mind in the presence of the other, and absolutely it is foolish to go about drinking rum so BRAZENLY. And yet, be as it may, Gangrel simply didn’t care About himself, about the stranger, about any and every damn thing in the world. Cynical bastard, he is. Knowing the Stars, if he died, he’d just wake up back home in Spirale. without much in the way of repercussions. Stretches across the prow of this particular ship, bottle dangling betwixt sharp fingers, he gazes downwards at the stranger. Spare hand rests to prop beneath his chin.

❝ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH THE LIFE of a pirate or sailor? Consider myself curious. I can’t say I’m much of one. Oh, I had a yearly stint on the deck of a ship, but hah, I don’t think a man of the desert is cut out to be a pirate king, eh?❞

||  █ ▌— floyd isn’t drinking, but he doesn’t seem concerned that someone else is. this island isn’t the most dangerous place, certainly, but neither is it particularly safe. still, floyd’s posture is relaxed. he hasn’t spent much time on land with anyone other than his teachers and classmates... this could be an interesting chance to meet someone unlike either of those two groups. he offers a lazy grin toward the stranger, a hand on the back of his neck as he thought about the question.

❝ i can’t say i’ve ever been sailing, aha... but i’m definitely familiar with the sea. one time my brother and i capsized a little fishing boat and ate everything that was in it. boats are dangerous, you know. especially if you’re not used to them, ehe... ❞

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ininked​:

“books, hm…” 

there is a slim chance that there are some books of relevance on board one of these broken ships. containing secrets to the land, maybe even detailing magic of the realm. a small, tiny chance indeed, but a chance nonetheless. “perhaps later. let’s go below deck then. i’m sure we aren’t the only ones scouring the place, we might run into some interesting parties there.” a small chuckle follows his words, and he begins to move towards one of the stairwells. 

“afterwards, let’s meet up with jade. i’m curious to know what he might have found without us in this place.”

||  █ ▌— he thought the books might be of interest to azul. they can go through them later, though. floyd might even offer to help, though that’ll be dependent on how the search below deck goes. if things stay fun... well, there’s still a chance he’ll get moody, but it’s not as significant. at azul’s words, he grins, not hiding his sharp teeth at all. ❝ i hope we do. i’d love to see who else is around here... ❞ he’d defer to azul on what to do with anyone around, at least for now. but he’s really hoping for a chance to wrap an arm around someone.

❝ i’m sure jade’s found something, too. he’s good at this kind of thing. ❞