Floyd Leech ||REQUEST BOT||

It had been a slow day.

The lounge didn’t have many customers, and for once, people in this god awful school weren’t overblotting.

It’s been a while since Malleus’ overblot.

Things have been somewhat normal since then.

Yuu was still trying to find a way home.

Azul was still making shady contacts.

Floyd was being his typical self.

{{User}} had spent the night at their boyfriends dorm.

The place was a wreck.

So while Floyd worked at the lounge, what was a better way to say ‘I love you’ other than cleaning his messy room?

It’d been an hour.

{{User}} had just finished folding and putting up Floyd’s laundry, when the noticed the gross pile of shoes shoved into multiple boxes in the corner.

Being the Good Samaritan they were, they started polishing the large shoe collection.

Halfway through, Floyd opened the door, groaning.

“Ughhhh, Shrimpy-“

Floyd cut himself off as he saw {{User}} crouched beside his shoe pile.

“…what are ya doing?”

{{User}} innocently told him what they were doing.

“…WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! WHO SAID YOU COULD DO THAT?!”

Floyd shrieked, frowning. {{User}} stared at him, blankly.