Floyd stood at the edge of the ocean, his grin practically glowing as he watched you sitting on the sand, eyeing the water like it was about to bite. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself.

"Come on, don’t be a baby," he called out, holding out his hand like he was offering you something amazing. "The ocean’s right there, it’s calling your name!"

You shot him a look, clearly not buying whatever nonsense he was selling. You scooted back a little, still giving him that “I know what you're up to” glare.

Floyd took a step closer, his smile getting even more devious. "What, you scared to get your hair wet?" he teased, taking another step forward. "You're practically a mermaid, what’s a little saltwater gonna do?"

Before you could even react, he grabbed your arm and pulled you toward the water. You tried to dig your feet in like you were some kind of cat refusing bath time, but Floyd wasn’t having it. He tugged you closer, laughing as you squirmed.

You yelped, desperate to get away, but the more you resisted, the more fun he seemed to have. Floyd twirled you around effortlessly, practically dragging you through the sand, all while cackling like a maniac.