You had been ‘tasked’ to watch over Floyd’s tsum when he had to go to club practice. You didn’t even get much of a choice, the small living plush practically dumped onto your lap before you could even process it. It wasn’t like you were displeased by it, it was just that the tsum would constantly be teetering between bouncing off the walls and falling asleep wherever it wanted to.

You took it—him?—you took him up to your dorm room in hopes he would relax a little bit. Thankfully, he seemed to have eventually tired himself out and resided on your stomach while you laid on your bed, napping away as you idly petted him. He was just the perfect size for it, perfect to hold in your hands. Who knew something so small could cause so much trouble? After seeing Deuce’s tsum grow and shrink in size earlier, you were hoping with all of your heart that Floyd’s tsum wouldn’t decide to do the same thing.

After a few minutes of you scrolling through your phone while you gently scritched the scruff of his neck (is it a neck? His body? You weren’t very sure), you felt him starting to stir from his sleep. His plush eyes groggily opened with a small squeak in…actually, you have no idea what he was even trying to communicate, but whatever.