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(The first time Floyd had heard of the fact, his face scrunched up almost comically, twisted into an expression amalgamating concern and shock. Riddle had to admit it amused him somewhat, and, if Floyd felt the same teasing him, maybe he understood the notion slightly.
"Whaddaya mean you don't eat lunch?"
"I just don't have the time to," Riddle had exhaled, wearily, "there is much business for me to do, ranging from requesting professors' help with grasping the material to running errands for the executive committee."
There he had Floyd's face twist again. "That's not healthy, Goldfishie."
Riddle could only reply with a sigh before planting his entire body onto the ground face-first.)
That seemed to have scared Floyd.
"C'mon, Li'l Goldfish," he urged Riddle, holding a cafeteria tray, "let's grab something to eat!"
"...don't you normally sit by Jade and Azul at lunch?"
He waved his free hand dramatically, the sturgeon-scale earring dangling and moving along with Floyd. (Riddle had to admit, it matched his hair well; and the twinkle of it in the hallways' lighting always brought out the occasional sparkle in his mismatched eyes, gleaming with mischief and interest whenever he saw the Heartslabyul housewarden. It made Riddle shy away from looking Floyd in the eye even now, this feeling of being interesting and pleasant for someone.)
"Doesn't matter. They'll live a day or two without me!"
"As would I," Riddle grumbled, nonetheless walking towards the smorgasbord, accompanied by the taller boy's lazy laughter.
The cafeteria lines were, as usual, full of people cutting the line and pushing one another, with voices raised and arms intertwined as fights started blooming amongst the student body, their trays falling down onto the ground. Riddle felt that familiar feeling of sounds, voices, and lights blurring together, flooding his senses; in his desire to flee the situation, with this disgusting fear dawning onto him, he did what he accomplished best: discipline.
"If none of you stop," he had raised his voice, face flushing an angry carmine, "it will be off with all your heads! No matter what dorm you're from!"
As the crowd began to dissipate in anguish of Housewarden Rosehearts' fury, a few punks had made their way towards him, instead; he could see they were from Savanaclaw, and, honestly, Leona should keep his dormmates from resulting in more trouble.
"Oh? Well, we're not your Heartslabyul cronies, you fuckin' rat!"
Floyd frowned, sighing; despite the rarity of such an event, the crease between his eyebrows had deepened as soon as the student made his way towards Riddle.
"You look like you wanna be squeezed," he cooed, showing off all of his sharp teeth, gleaming underneath the bright lights of the cafeteria. His grin stretched across his face before turning into a dark grimace as he cracked his knuckles. "I don't let my prey escape, yanno? You look so weak, you're probably gonna end up strangled, in, like, five seconds."
The only words they heard were hisses of "ah, shit," before the students pushed through the crowd, scurrying away; Floyd slowly pursued them from the outside, hot on their tail, giving the chance for Riddle to cast his signature spell.
"Off with Your Heads!"
The Savanaclaw students ran away, of course, but not without heavy collars around their necks. Floyd rejoined his boyfriend in the line, ignoring the fearful stares, and started wheezing with laughter.
"Goldfish, did ya see that? They were so-o-o spooked," he bent his fingers as though imitating a ghost or a similarly scary creature before throwing his head back, guffawing. The line slowly moved, with most students gradually calming down.
Riddle could only put his finger on his forehead, sighing. "Floyd, threatening your fellow students is against the rules of the campus grounds. I'll overlook it for now, but only because the Savanaclaw students were behaving improperly."
"You're such a killjoy, Li'l Goldfish! But, hey, we make a great team, don't we?"
"At intimidating people, maybe."
When they reached the smorgasbord of food selection, Floyd began to ravenously fill his plate up with everything, from ink pasta to fluffy omelettes. Riddle had to mentally remember whatever meals his parents cooked for him, those rich in nutrients, Omega-3, and low in carbs. All he could find was some broccoli and salmon before his gaze lingered in front of a strawberry roulade, stuffed with cream and jam sandwiched between soft biscuits. He bit his lip, turning away from the source of his temptation, noticing the lone strawberry left upon the last piece of the sweet, and, as he saw another student reach their fork for it, Floyd has snatched it in the blink of an eye.
"Li'l Goldfish, I saw you eyeing the cake! I got it for you," he held up his tray, the dessert standing there proudly, and his grin just begged for affirmation.
"I... Floyd, it's... The roulade is full of sugar. I don't believe I can make space for it in my diet."
He hummed thoughtfully. "But, you land folk are re-e-eally fragile, and I heard Jade say something about you needing sugar to survive! Don't remember what, though."
"Besides, ya don't have to be so harsh on yourself anymore, yeah? You're gonna faint on me again."
Bringing back the memories of his overblot, of choking his sobs back after being discovered at the Clover family bakery, and, at last, the gross twitching of his stomach as he plummeted to the rose garden's grounds, Riddle's lips straightened in a thin line before he sighed. "...so be it, then."
"Yaaay! I can feed Goldfishie his roulade, then!"
"Wait, who said anything about feeding?!"
When they found vacant seats at the cafeteria, - not without a few harsh stares from Riddle and bloodthirsty ones from Floyd - the housewarden breathed out a sigh of relief. Their seat was tucked away in the corner of the hall, with the noise of the crowd being muffled.
He felt something squishy against his lips and a gloved finger poking his cheek; Floyd had leaned over toward him, his usual dopey, toothy grin finding its way back across his features. "Goldfish! Say aah!"
"I never agreed to-"
Before he could manage to finish the sentence, a roulade was pushed into his mouth, the cream fresh on his lips. Floyd laughed at the surprise in his eyes and got out a handkerchief from his back pocket, wiping the icing away.
Ignoring the blush and the indignation, along with fluster blooming across his face, he chewed the roulade thoroughly. He felt his face light up at the sweetness and fluffiness of the dessert, and, by the time he finished it, he had forgotten that dessert is usually saved for last.
"Awww, does Li'l Goldfish like it when I feed him?"
"N-no!" He sputtered out, avoiding all and any eye contact, "I just thought the roulade delicious is all."
Floyd snickered, digging into his pasta. "Hey, Gol'fish," he spoke, chewing; surprisingly, Riddle didn't find himself feeling the usual aversion to the apparent lack of manners. If anything, when Floyd did it, it was frustrating in the most heartwarming sort of ways. His heart is really playing tricks on him... "Do yew wanna eaf lunch togefer tomorrow?"
There was not a heartbeat before his response.
"Sure."