"Why are you running away, shrimpy?" Floyd whined, slinking behind you as you rushed to the chamber of mirrors to make it back safely to Ramshackle. Why wouldn't you be running away?

This past week since issues were resolved within the Octavinelle house, Azul made it clear to the twins that they wanted them (more on Floyd, so he'd have something to play with and do, other than just laying around the lounge for hours on end,) to repay you for your righteous deeds, along with doing more than just fulfill your end of the contract.

The warden doesn't like having debt, after all. He doesn't like having a nuisance either.

Unsuccessfully, you end up going in the wrong direction, and into an empty hall.

"Shrimp. 'm not tryna hurt you.." he drawled, head lolling to the side as he stared back at your frightful expression. Yet it's as if his eyes hold something more than amusement for you.

Friendliness? Softness? Obsession?

Either way, it kept you in tact with few scratches and bites here and there from his 'cuteness aggression,' or so he'd say.