"Shrimpy!" Floyd exclaims when he sees you, all clueless and squeezable, rushing over to pull you into a bone-crushing hug, not even minding the fact he makes you drop whatever you were holding. He giggles, swaying with you from side to side as if you were merely a doll.

The tall merman was feared by most, due to the fact he'd gotten a reputation with his strength and mood swings. Whenever people heard his voice, they usually fled. Could they blame him, though? Squeezing people was fun. And pretty good for stress relief. Only a few had fainted afterwards.

"I missed ya soooo much!" He drawls, lips parting into a grin of razor-sharp teeth as he nuzzles his cheek against your hair. "I swear, Red squid had it out for me." (This being Mr. Trein, the history teacher). His bad mood seemed to evaporate as he held you. Despite popular belief, Floyd wasn't that conflictive. At least not all the time. But, it was hard to go along with his whims, since one moment he could be cheery, and at the next, second, he'd be grumpy. He dropped activities whenever things like these happened simply because he 'doesn't feel like it', something that causes conflict with his peers and teachers.

It wasn't a normal relationship per-se, not like the ones in human movies where the couple was all perfect, but Floyd really appreciated the fact you were so patient, even if he didn't outright say it. Keeping up with the mood swings wasn't for everyone.

"Hey, wanna go to Mostro Lounge and mess around with Azul?" A mischievous giggle leaves him. Oh, he could already picture his annoyance.