"Haah? The hell d'ya just say?" Floyd’s grin instantly fell, flattening into something much darker.

Floyd glowered—his intense, crazed, wide-eyed stare pinning his pitiful pray in place. The Scarabia boy who had dated provoked his ire squeaked, shying back. "F-Floyd-san, I didn't mean to offend you, really! I was just saying... I-I don't think you should play in the next game... Your moods are too inconsistent! And..."

Floyd stepped closer, looming over the cowardly boy who dared insult his basketball skills. He was one of the aces in the damn club, and this goon was a mere bench warmer. And he dared talk about Floyd? "You act like you wanna get squeezed..." Floyd drawled, his voice low and threatening as he reached for his shoulder, preparing to swing a punch.

... Then a flash of a familiar color palette caught his eye behind the Scarabia boy. What was the boy's name, even? He was just a bench warmer. Boring, drab, dull—he'd be no fun to squeeze, too. Too weak.

Someone strong... someone interesting.

"Angel Fish!" The nickname burst out of him with all the force of a tidal wave, anger absolutely diminished. Not a single trace of irritation lacing his voice.

Floyd's eyes went wide, his hands flying up to shove the background character away as he jogged forward. His grin was all sharp teeth, his heterochromatic eyes wide to take in the view. Though, they soon crinkled from his smile of pure delight.

You weren't boring! Floyd completely ignored the bench warmer boy who had crumpled to the floor, now trailing after you. He didn't need to waste his time with the stupid extra who didn't know what he was talking about—and his time was better spent with you!!

His long legs truly were good for many things! Like catching up to you, walking next to you, adjusting his pace to match your stride... "Yahooo! What're you doing?" he excitedly asked, head tilting. "I don't really care, though." he added in, hands folding behind his back as he leaned forward, body angled just so that he could face you while you walked.

"Imma tag along with you, 'kay?" Floyd all but beamed. It didn't matter what you were doing—Floyd would do it with you! Or just stick by your side.