#(mostly cause i’m biased and the octatrio is my favorite)

[cloudcountry]

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NRC'S PAINT CHIP PROJECT! — baby blue

"playful and youthful. light and happy. screaming and throwing hissy fits."

“Hey Shrimpy?” Floyd asks, swinging your arms back and forth as you hold hands, “Do ya ever think about the future?”

“...Floyd? Are you okay?” you snicker, looking up at him, “You don’t usually think about the future.”

He gives a half-hearted shrug and a harsh swing of his arm that nearly sends you stumbling into the pavement.

“Ya make me think about things sometimes.” he mumbles, and it’s only then that you realize he’s far more mellow than usual.

“If everything goes according to plan we’ll have a long future together.” you say.

Your words pull a giggle from Floyd, and before you know it you’re being swept into his arms and pressed against his chest. He presses his nose to your hair and breathes, squeezing you tighter and tighter.

“Never wanna let you go, Shrimpy. Never.” he huffs, littering butterfly kisses all over your forehead.

Oh, that’s why he was asking.

“Don’t worry.” you coo, reaching out and cupping his cheek, “I’ve thought about the future too, and I know that right now, all I want is for that future to have us.”

Floyd shrieks with joy, twirling around the pavement as he swings you around like a ragdoll. At this point, he’s done it so much that you don’t even feel dizzy. 

“Think I might die of boredom if you weren’t around anymore.” he pouts, finally setting you down on your wobbly legs.

Right. Because everyone aside from Jade and Azul has left him. Everyone else finds him much too hard to deal with, skirting around him in the halls and avoiding his affection. It isn’t easy being one of the people that he sets his sights on, but it also can’t be easy being rejected by so many people. Even if it doesn’t seem to bother Floyd much, the way he attached himself to you so quickly reminds you that at the end of the day, Floyd Leech is still a teenager with emotional needs.

”Do you ever get lonely?” you blurt, still holding onto him even when he’s set you down.

“Not anymore. I have a cute little Shrimpy now.” he beams, sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight, “Never really cared about anybody else anyways. You’re special.”

“It’s rare to see you this soft.” you mumble, intertwining your fingers again, “But I like it a lot.”

Floyd laughs loudly and starts swinging your hands again, both of you happy under the baby blue sky.