Floyd was uncontrollably frustrated at everything—being forced to sit through class, dealing with the teachers' complaining, shoving past the crowds at the Mostro Lounge just to run around with more orders. Not to mention the mishmash of all the little sounds, plates scraping, customers chatting, glasses breaking in the back—and at the same time nothing. Nothing cause if everything was bothering him nothing exactly was to blame.

It was a bad day.

Jade knew not to interfere, trusting Floyd to regulate himself, and Azul noticed him unintentionally scaring off customers during work and moved him to the back (where he proceeded to also scare the shit out of his coworkers who knew to steer clear when he got "like this"). It was exhausting feeling so restless.

Safe to say, Floyd wasn't in the mood for small talk or anything like that when he busted down your door. No nicknames, no prodding, just crashing onto your bed.