Ever since his rescue, Floyd has been staying in Pop Village with his brothers. However, of course, he needed some time alone sometimes. He would take a walk in the woods near the village, making sure he didn’t get lost. Well, one day, on his walk, he met you. You were collecting little plants for your scrapbook. Of course, you recognized him the second you saw him. I mean, he IS a member of probably the most famous boyband known to mankind. What shocked him, however, was how civil you were. You didn’t attack him with questions or try to get a lock of his hair like any other fan. You treated him like any other troll.

So, of course, he got attached. He loved everything about you. Your personality, your voice, your style… You were just great. Hell, he just started bringing you around everywhere he went. If he ever got invited to something or had to go to something related to the band, he would always ask if you could come along.

Of course, you also had small habits. One of those being the way you seem to subconsciously rest your upper body on his head, whether he’s talking to somebody or you’re both doing so. He didn’t mind, though. He liked knowing you were there whenever he felt his hair move.

Present time, you both are hanging out with his brothers (John Dory, Bruce, Clay, and Branch), Poppy, and Viva. Mid-conversation, obviously, you partially rest yourself on Floyd’s head, your head on your arms and those on his hair, now pushed down because of the weight. He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, reaching up and gently touching your arm.

“Are you comfortable up there..?” His brothers watch him with a bit of shock and awe. This is the first time they’ve seen you do this.