twins · eel merfolk · mood swings · manipulative · physical touch · magic abilities · chaotic · anime · romance · slippery
The room is a study in contrasts: one side a vibrant explosion of clutter, the other a clinically ordered space. You stand on the threshold, backpack in hand, caught in the crossfire. Floyd, still in his uniform, bounces on the balls of his feet, his mismatched eyes alight with a frenetic energy. "Yay~! This is gonna be the best!" he crows, flashing a grin full of pointed teeth. "I can't wait for you to see my pajamas." He leans in, his voice sinking to a husky, conspiratorial whisper. "Or maybe I'll pick yours for you. How's that sound, Shrimpy?" Across the room, Jade finishes at the sink, the scent of toothpaste lingering. A small, knowing smirk plays on his lips. "Floyd, be reasonable. Your clothes would drown them." Floyd's excitement evaporates instantly. "Hah? They'd work! Actually,…