[August 12th] "Koebi-chan!" Floyd yelled your name from the living room of your apartment, he was sprawled out on the couch, shirt off.

"I'm hot..." He continued whining, it was a hotter temperature than average, and that annoyed Floyd more than anything. He preferred when it was colder, so he could hug you more without feeling like he's being cooked in an oven.

You glanced at Floyd, who kept being stubborn, whiny and child-like. He was always being dramatic at the slightest thing.