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“Nothing I can’t handle on my own, Floyd. Simply sit back and relax. I’m certain Azul has something very installed for us— or rather, the entire school. Ah, perhaps you could write to Cater-san and inform him that something very worthy of Magicam viral posts are in order very soon.”

“Eh? Has he gone to kill someone?” Floyd actually does take out his phone, but the texts he types up for Cater might not make as much sense as Jade intended it to. “Why do we have to stay back here? Can’t we go with him?”

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“I ain’t dealin’ with any special requests tonight just because Azul feels squeezy.”

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@mostrohost​ sent: "Teeth." Azul warns softly, the tip of one of his tentacles lightly tapping Floyd's forehead and gently pushing the eel's head back. Several of his other limbs continue their lazy exploration, curling up around and mapping the length of Floyd's tail. Some of what he feels is familiar - Floyd still tastes like the sweet-sour tang of poison, of brine and the cold of the sea. But he's put on more muscle since the last time they've nestled down like this. His fingers trace the rise of Floyd's dorsal fin, avoiding the spines and minding the thin membrane towards the end. Another tentacle loops around Floyd's hips, then further down - suckers gently latching on and lightly squeezing before releasing a moment later; the effect being similar to a full body massage that traveled from Floyd's shoulders down to the tip of his tail."You ate not too long ago, you know." Azul shifts back against the coral, bringing Floyd down with him as he gets comfortable. "The cake, the snacks, the fritters my mother sent you - really." He sighs out a steam of bubbles from his gills. "I can't be that tasty." Still, it is Floyd's birthday. He can be forgiving, this time. "When did you get so big? Your tail's just a little shorter than my tentacles now." Human bodies didn't accurately portray a mer's age, he knew; but somehow the knowledge that Floyd was tall as a human never quite translated to how big he was as an eel. And Floyd was still growing. A slightly terrifying thought, to be honest. "Happy birthday, Floyd." Azul lightly ran a finger over the part in Floyd's hairline, nail tenderly tracing his scalp.

Floyd’s muscles tingle pleasantly as he relaxes under Azul’s massage, each exploring touch of his tentacles perfectly placed. He lets it happen without much of a response, lying comfortably in Azul’s arms and lazily watching his many limbs stroke his skin. This is exactly what he wanted when he voiced his birthday wish: to be held and caressed like this, fully embraced by Azul in his true form while he, too, is in his natural shape and thus unbothered by the lack of warmth between then. There’s just nothing like being hugged by a creature with so many arms. (Except being hugged by Jade, perhaps.)

It’s not entirely conscious when Floyd starts to nibble at the careless arm brushing against his lips a moment too long, but he grins when Azul scolds him for it, not the least bit remorseful about his little fauxpas. He giggles.      “You’re the tastiest friend that I have,” he says and playfully pulls Azul’s arm back to hug it against his chest. He doesn’t bite again, though, deciding not to push his luck lest Azul gets mopey and decides to end their little cuddle session prematurely.

     “Mmh,” Floyd makes happily, remembering the food Azul’s mother sent them for their birthday. He had plenty, that’s true, but, “I could eat again,” he announces. He wiggles his tail just a little bit at the mention of its length, stretching it to full size. It’s funny to him how small Azul is in his human form, when he’s so massive in reality. Maybe that’s why humans tend to underestimate him even more than the silly mers down in the Coral Sea. If only they knew.

This thought just about melts out of Floyd’s head when Azul runs a hand over his scalp and he smiles contentedly. Looking up at him he brings a hand to the side of his face and further to the back of his neck. With a gentle pull he urges him to get closer and lean down so he can steal a kiss - and perhaps nibble a little more..

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@muraenide​ sent: He caught Floyd sitting by the railings of Octavinelle that night, legs dangling down while he stares vacantly through the glass into the open water, watching schools of fishes swimming by. Floyd was silent, and that was how Jade knew that his brother had been having a rather rough day. “Penny for your thoughts?” Jade said. He walks up to Floyd, slipping his arms around the other eel and pulls him backwards so that he flushes against his chest and Jade could tuck his chin over his shoulder. Something strong and sharp in the air immediately pricks his nose. But Jade knew instantly what it is. “...You are smoking again. What did I tell you about these human habits?” He wrinkles his nose and frowns harder at the puffs of smoke coming out of Floyd’s mouth. He wasn’t particularly bothered about smoking or the looks it would entail from other students in the dorm, but smoking was bad for one’s health and he is certain that Floyd knew. “You know what? If you’re going to smoke, I will accompany you.” He reaches out to take the pipe from Floyd’s hands and pops it into his mouth. [ welcome back! ]

Floyd senses his brother’s presence before he hears his voice, his body relaxing into the embrace without a moment’s hesitation. Jade is solid and warm against his back and Floyd instantly hopes that he doesn’t plan on leaving again any time soon. His brother’s question, albeit a rhetorical one, makes Floyd grin once he’s done blowing out the smoke of his last drag. (He’s still trying to make smoke rings happen, but it turns out to be much harder than he thought it would be.)

“What does it matter, Jade? These lungs are just borrowed~” he retorts. Briefly he’s captured by the mental image of hot smoke blowing through his gills. He would like that considerably less - not that smoking with human lungs is particularly comfortable. “Eh?” Before Floyd knows it the pipe is gone from his hand, and he leans his head back a little more to see Jade bringing it to his own lips.

He watches him for a moment; then, with a mischievous grin, turns around in Jade’s arms and presses his lips against his twin’s. Warm smoke fills his mouth when Jade breathes out and Floyd inhales it, wondering if he’s imagining things or if he really can taste a hint of Jade in it.

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@divinaer​ sent: " hey floyd, happy birthday! got you somethin'. "  a pair of new sneakers, fitting for the club activities or wherever floyd wants to run off to. well... it was on-sale and it didn't hurt ace's wallet to a degree.

     “You got me a gift, crabby?” Floyd is smiling as he inspects Ace’s present, whatever mood he had a moment ago replaced by feelings of excitement and joy. Shoes are nice; shoes are useful and interesting and they can look really fancy or cool or badass. These ones don’t look particularly any of those things, but Floyd knows shoes well enough by now to see that they’re made for functionality and not for looks. He picks up one of the sneakers and squeezes it between his fingers, bending it a little to see how it moves. Immediately he feels the urge to try them on and see how fast he can run with them - so he does. Slipping out of the shoes he’s currently wearing, he tries them on, making a pleased little noise when they fit like a glove. (There’ll be time later on to wonder why Crabby knows the size of his feet so perfectly).

They’re a comfortable fit and Floyd bops up and down a few times to get a feeling for them. “They feel nice!” he announces, throwing Ace a grin. Then he reaches out and grabs the younger boy by the wrist. “Let’s see how fast they are!” he calls out and off he runs at full speed, pulling Ace with him whether he wants to or not.

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It’s dark and comfortable here (albeit a little too warm for Floyd’s liking), all outside noise muffled and only the sound of his own breathing really audible to him. Like being back in his egg deep underwater, nestled against a coral or stone. It’s perfect, well, almost perfect. There’s something missing; another steady breath, a second heartbeat in the dark, the other half to Floyd’s everything.

He throws the blanket back and sits up, looking around the room with a disgruntled expression. It’s late, or early, either way time to be in bed, and once again he doesn’t understand what’s important enough to keep Jade from doing just that. It’s always something - homework, Azul’s schemes, mushrooms or some other weird hobby his twin picked up when they came to land.

Without bothering to put on proper clothes, Floyd waltzes out of their room and into the common area, barefoot and in underwear, until he spots Jade sitting at one of the tables. He makes a beeline for him and grabs his wrist, pulling him up to his feet with no room for protest.     “I want to sleep,” he says as if that explained everything, while already pulling his brother towards the dorms.

Mostro Lounge’s accounts never seem to tally regardless of how many times Azul has taught him how it’s done. Jade has tried quite a number of land equipment - an abacus, equations, a basic calculator, but some of the expenses still did not match up to their earnings. Jade drags his tired gaze from the messy sheets of paper spread all across his desk to the loud rumbling of something strolling into the common room just in time to meet Floyd’s the moment he waltz into the room. 

In a flash, Jade finds himself pulled to his feet. His eyes widen as he finds himself dumbfounded, blaming it on the mathematics for forcing his brain to do somersaults until his mind is now all numb and unthinking. 

“I want to sleep.” He hears.

“Me too, Floyd.” He responses almost instantaneous, without sparing a moment to think. A shame if he had. Before they started out as merchants from the deep, the life he remembers in the Coral Sea only require them to rely purely on one’s instinct. Plots? Schemes? Tricks? None of that mattered. 

Life on land has changed them. For the better or worse, Jade would rather not comment on it. But sometimes, he likes to think that he’s allowed to miss how life used to be like for them back in the Coral Sea.

Stop it, Floyd. Being lazy is far too tempting. We’re eels, not business men, and this – slacking off – is going to get both you and I into trouble with Azul.

His eyes follow Floyd’s movements. Something felt different, but Jade hadn’t noticed it before. When Floyd shuts the door and presses his back against it, grinning toothily like he hadn’t a care in the world, Jade finally realises that his twin wasn’t wearing anything other than his underwear.

Goodness. What’s gotten into you today, Floyd? But he’s not complaining. Never.

“Bored of playing human, Floyd?” Jade grins back. If anyone had thought that they didn’t look identical enough before, the look Jade is wearing on his face now mirrors Floyd more than ever - the same pointy teeth flashing between his lips. Alluringly inhuman despite the effects of the best transformation potion. “Well, I respectfully agree that clothes get too restrictive. We wear them even when we sleep. How ridiculous.” 

Screw the formalities and obligation to uphold a facade. Jade takes his hat off and sets it aside, then begins to strip. First the outer layer of his dorm uniform, then his shirts and finally trousers, leaving them lying sloppily on one of the nearby cabinets and interlocks their fingers, guiding Floyd to one of their beds and falls limp onto it.

That’s right. They’re eels who were used to squeezing into burrows made of corals or stones. Squeezing into a single-bed despite their size is almost too natural. Jade pats the spot next to him on the bed, his other hand beckoning Floyd to slip right into his arms so he could wrap his legs around him and they could get their well-deserved sleep.

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"Thank you, minamihakofugu-chan 💙! Did you come to celebrate with us? Come on, let's play a game!" And he's already grabbing Charles by the hand to drag him alon.

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Thank you, Joan 😌

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“Suppose it may still be considered Halloween somewhere, if you choose to believe it so.” He hadn’t forgotten, necessarily. “If I had told you, you might have given up on all the fun you were having last night. That would have been such a shame.”

“Agreed. One would think there might at least be a penalty for lying.” Ah well. Other poor fools had to worry about such. “Am I? No. I’m afraid someone would have to sweeten the pot a little before I had any interest. Are you considering it, Floyd?”

Right, always Happy Hour somewhere~ Floyd smiles at the memory of the previous night. Everyone had hyped the big party so much that he’d expected it to blow but was pleasantly surprised when it actually turned out to be fun. Probably due to the relatively shallow teacher oversight. Even Prof Squid had a few glasses of fruit punch and possibly a bit of fun by the looks of it. Floyd giggles.      “Last night was fun; we should have parties like that more often.” But not too often, or else they’d stop being fun too. Routine sucks the joy out of everything.

Floyd moves a little closer to Azul, a grin on his face. When he speaks his voice is distorted by heavy amusement. “Are you thinking about Sea Snake when you’re alone in your room at night?” he asks, but it’s not really a question as much as an attempt at teasing. There aren’t any actual visits from Jamil thus far, that much Floyd is sure of. He leans back then, shrugging briefly.      “Maybe if I feel like it.”

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“It was made up by humans for bragging rights about not indulging in self-pleasure during the month of November, since some have decided that the last day of October is meant to be ‘Horny Halloween’ where they indulge like it’s mating season.”

“There’s no prize that I’m aware of - unless you count watching those around you fail as such. As for keeping score…” he’s not entirely certain about that. “I believe it’s an honor system? You’re supposed to admit when you’ve succumbed to temptation. That’s what I understand of it, anyway.”

“Horny Halloween? That sounds more fun, first I heard of it~ why didn’t you tell me about that yesterday?” He winks. It’s still an odd concept to Floyd that humans seem to have no mating season at all. It’s either always or never or at completely random times - hard to get the hang of it. At least some of the beastmen have a cycle that makes sense.

“It relies on people being honest? Flawed system.” Always a flawed system but especially when it’s about something as personal as people’s carnal desires. “So are you doing it or what?”

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“ah, yes. ‘No Nut November’ is here again.” He muses with a chuckle.

“A moment of silence for those who have already lost would be appropriate, I suppose. Particularly those with…” He paused, smile ever so sweet, “extensive collections of certain material.”

     “What’s the point of this anyway? Like, who’s keeping score? What’cha get out of making it through?”

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Can you guess which Floyd’s favorite part is?

 "You are old," said the youth; one would hardly suppose    That your eye was as steady as ever;  Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose —    What made you so awfully clever?"

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Coral Sea Headcanons

i. Civilization

The Coral Sea is split into two main civilizations – Atlantica (or The Reef) and The Trench.

Atlantica is the kingdom of mermaids where all the pretty fishes are. They live, as the name given to the them suggests, on the reefs and have plenty of sunlight all year around. There are few predators, although not none, and the air is clearer and lighter. Most of the mermaids and mermen born there have peachy-pink fair skin and jewel-like eyes and tails. They are incredibly captivating, and are often born with a myriads of talents like pretty voices, body, or a refined set of skills. The main ruling party is the Royal Family, whose only known member to date is Prince Rielle. It has so few inhabitants that there is only one mermaid school where everyone attends together.

The Trench is everything that Atlantica is afraid to think about and didn’t like to think about. Thousands of feet into the sea, it’s a dark and cold place where the sunlight never reaches. Most of the species have, as society deems, an ‘ugly’ shade of skin, like dark green, pale yellow, earth-brown with black spots, and etc. Sometimes features like more visible gills on their cheeks or hooked claws. The typical reef fish would be scared away if they’ve never been to the Trench. In the Trench, mermaids and merman aren’t the only fishes living in there. There are their wild counterparts – the same kind but those without a merform and had no human intelligence, driven only by hunger, creatures so rare and obscure that their species was never documented in the Coral Sea lying in hiding for its next victims, giant squids and crabs that would snatch any passing by unexpecting mer and devour them. The Trench has a more anarchic system compared to The Reef. There are no single ruling party and the geography is split into different patches governed by a different Mafia group of fish. The air in the Trench is denser, more murky and poisonous that a reef fish might find it different to breathe, or find their head spinning from the immense pressure. Sometimes, an outcast from the Reef might be sent to the Trench to serve as ‘punishment’, and they either live by finding their way around or they die before the first week is up. There are no rules in the Trench — the strongest wins and takes it all. That was their only rule. It’s not illegal to kill, rob, steal, or even massacre entire groups and take over their land.

Occasionally, if any families from the Trench is rich or powerful enough they’d send their kids to the Reef in pursue of better education, and while the amount of families from the Trench who can do it can be counted on a single hand, the Twins happened to be one of them. Jade and Floyd are born in the Trench, but have only spent a short amount of time there after reuniting their parents before they were sent to the school of mermaids in the Reef to pursue their education and ultimately enrolled in NRC. They’d return to the Trench during holidays to pay their parents a visit, but have also spent a great amount of time in the Reef and befriending the fishes there like Azul. It is, however, expected that one day they would return to live permanently in the Trench to succeed their parent’s empire.