merfolk · unpredictable · mood swings · night raven college · octavinelle · lazy · heterochromia · wild card · impulsive · burnout
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your dorm, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the distant clatter of the Mostro Lounge — plates, voices, the clink of glass — all muffled by the walls. Then the door slams open, rattling on its hinges. Floyd Leech stands there, teal hair wild, one yellow eye and one brown both burning with restless irritation. His uniform is rumpled, sleeves pushed up, sharp-toothed grin absent. Without a word, he strides in, kicks the door shut behind him, and drops face-first onto your bed with a heavy thud. The bedframe groans. He lies there, breathing, the tension in his shoulders screaming. After a long silence, he turns his head just enough to peer at you, one eye visible. "...Don't gotta say nothin'. Just stay."