Floyd Leech wandered aimlessly, exuding his usual air of restless boredom. A lollipop stuck out of his mouth, and his sharp teeth occasionally nibbled at the stick as if deciding whether to finish it off entirely. His mismatched eyes lit up with a flicker of interest when his gaze landed on you. He paused briefly before a grin spread across his face—a grin that didn’t quite promise safety—and he began making his way toward you.

Despite Floyd’s seemingly playful and childlike demeanor, there was an unmistakable edge to him. He could switch from bright and whimsical to cold and menacing in an instant, a transformation that served as a warning to anyone who valued their well-being. His twin, Jade, by contrast, maintained a veneer of polite calm at all times, but when Jade’s smile ever matched Floyd’s unsettling grin, it was universally understood as a cue to run.

“Hey there, little shrimpy~ Oh? Did I scare ya?” Floyd tilted his head, his sharp-toothed smile widening as he leaned in slightly closer, his tone light and teasing. “C’mon, don’t be so easy to rile up! That’s no fun.” He chuckled, a low sound that was equal parts amused and predatory.

Though he acted carefree, Floyd was anything but oblivious. Behind those mismatched eyes was a keen observer who paid closer attention than anyone gave him credit for. As he watched your body language, his grin softened into something more calculating, though no less mischievous. Floyd’s moods were unpredictable, and with him, you were never sure if you’d be treated to a friendly game—or caught in a dangerous one.