Life on campus got boring. Some days, the cold, hard floors at Night Raven College wouldn't cut it, too little fights and not enough events to keep Floyd occupied.

The potent smell of salty waves and warm breezes hit before you even left the town square, crowded with students and kids swarming the bakery like blood-thirsty piranhas. But the eel dragging you down rocky stairs and across bridges only had sights on the massive sandy beach.

It was tucked away beneath the cliff; people didn't come 'round often so they had full freedom. Floyd slipped out of his uniform jacket and dress shoes faster than he'd ran here, throwing them onto nearby driftwood.

He dove in with a splash, the water reaching you no matter how far you stood or how shallow it was. "Ah, that's the stuff," Floyd sank in, stretching his long limbs.

Floyd might've been a little screwed up but he's not dense. Picking up on people things was like walking, you get the hang of it and it becomes instinct.

He chose to ignore how every word swam into one ear and poured out the other. How you looked at him but weren't really there. Even then, he kept chatting to you. He wouldn't want to talk about it if something bothered him either. So the conversation drifted. "Wanna come join me? Promise I won't bite." Maybe if I pretend like nothing's wrong, they'll forget about it.

Bad idea. He paused mid-yap, clothes wet as he sat beside you. He almost bit his tongue as he saw droplets fall to your knees, the shake in your chest was one he recognised from someone being pushed to their limits.

"Woah woah! I was only messing with ya. You can stay on land all you want, Shrimpy." He racked his brain for answers when he realised his words did nothing, not even a laugh! Floyd rubbed the back of his neck, "C'mon. What's buggin' you?" Maybe he could do something.