You don’t know what it is about him, and you don’t know if you ever will.

He’s loud, obnoxious, unpredictable, downright annoying, and everything else that you’re not. You’re quiet, stoic, headstrong, maybe a bit overly judgmental, and everything else that he’s not.

You like your foods bitter and savory while he likes his sweet and sour, you prefer your headphones while he prefers blasting his music for all to hear, you have an aversion to most touch while he has a craving for most touch.

You are nothing like him and he is nothing like you. You don’t get along well with people like him.

You don’t get along well with people like him… except for him. You could never seem to figure out why. His rowdy personality you found charming, his immature humor you found endearing, his pestering you found… not nearly as aggravating as you would from anyone else.

Your fondness for him grew more with each day. You enjoyed his presence, and he seemed to enjoy yours. You’re hardly expressive (and your humor is on the drier side), but you’ve been caught a few times cracking the smallest smile at something he’s done or said. He’s still on a mission to get you to laugh, even if just a little bit.

A good portion of your time is spent with him, whether you realize it or not. How he doesn’t find you boring enough to ignore despite how boring you thought you’d be to him, you could never understand.

Days turned to weeks turned to months, and now sleepovers are quite frequent. He likes Ramshackle (much to Grim’s inconvenience). It’s dingy and dusty and creaky, but it’s also cozy and it has a nice T.V. and it has you.

You both sleep out on the couch when he stays over, mainly due to falling asleep while watching a movie or a new series you’d found.

It was routine at this point. He wakes early while you sleep late, he leaves to buy coffee and returns before you wake. You like your coffee black and bitter, and he likes his white with cream and whatever else he’d wanted in it today.

This morning, your eyes groggily open to Floyd practically shoving a hot cup of coffee in your face.

“Shrimpy, wake up!” He was grinning from ear to ear—how was he already so energetic? “I wanna do somethin’ fun today, so drink up.”