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[ Shoes are carefully slipped off as Jade brings his legs up onto the bed so his arms can more easily come around his twin's body. Gloved fingers sliding into matching teal hair as he exposes his collared throat for Floyd's attention. He lets out a low hum of contentment... Not necessarily pleasure, but just comfort. ]

I missed you, too.

[ He'll say it as many times as they need to. Forever, even. ]

Even though I knew it would pass... I missed you all the same.

[Catfish takes the opportunity to attack Jade’s shoes while she’s at it. There now. All of that should keep her busy for a while.

… As comforted as he feels by Jade’s words, Floyd pauses when his lips touch the edge of his twin’s collar. He isn’t wearing his own since he isn’t outside, so why should Jade have to? Reaching around, he hooks his finger beneath the collar and gives it a little tug.]

Take it off.

[he quietly insists.]

Mm...

[ Would the city somehow know if he does? No, he thinks it would be fine... he's already planning to spend the night here and he always removes his collar to sleep either way. It's a brief freedom from the city's insistence--not that Rook would force him to keep it on around the apartment, it's just a choice Jade makes that the hunter doesn't question. It's what he did with Belial and Jamil, too. Pidge being the only exception due to the lack of requirement during their brief contract.

Seven, that all feels so long ago now. Jade pulls back just enough to reach behind his neck to unclasp the violet collar so he can set it on the nightstand. It may be new, but he can't bring himself to just throw it on the floor. ]

[Floyd waits patiently as Jade slips his collar off and once it sits on the nightstand (alongside all the snack boxes Floyd's been stocking up), he throws his hands up in celebration.]

Yay~!

[he exclaims before wrapping his arms around Jade's shoulders and falling onto his side.]

Now we can cuddle better!

[ He lets himself fall with him, leaning forward to nuzzle him with a gentle appreciation. His neck (still bruised in lighter browns and purple, but mostly well on the way to healed up now) brushing against Floyd's own. ]

I look forward to it.

[ For emphasis one of his legs throws itself over Floyd's, hooking his ankle between them to trap it between his own. It might not be the same as how they hold their tails together underwater, but he admits there is something nice to feeling so entangled. ]

[Floyd is immediately receptive, tangling his legs around Jade’s on pure instinct. There’s no water to work against, no sand or coral to anchor themselves to… Just them and their silly, less flexible land limbs. But, to Floyd, any part of Jade is still Jade no matter what it looks or feels like, and right now he couldn’t be more comfortable so long as they’re together.

He settles with a sigh… but upon seeing those faint markings on Jade’s neck, Floyd pauses to trace the edge of one with the tip of his finger. Bruises aren’t an uncommon sight in this world, especially on necks and collarbones, but considering Jade’s lost an eye before… Floyd can’t help but feel a twinge of concern.]

… Does it hurt?

[He won’t coddle him. He just wants to know.]

Not anymore, no.

[ They had been extremely tender the first few days considering the broken skin, but the painting left on his neck in vibrant bruises had been a pleasant distraction from his thoughts. Especially when the leather of his collar would rub against them. ]

I hardly feel them now. Your teeth and hands have left me far harsher reminders.

[Well… if Jade says so, then Floyd believes him. He won’t bother to ask where they came from or why. If it’s not impeding him or causing him severe pain, then there’s no need to fret, right?]

‘cause I know you can handle it~

[Giggling, Floyd traces his finger up to gingerly touch Jade’s earring instead—proof of their tenacity, cunning, and will to survive. His eyes slip shut then, resting for the first time in weeks.]

Nobody handles me better than you.

[ It's easy to relax like this so entangled with Floyd. Arms and legs, foreheads pressed together... His own eyes falling closed as he simply breathes even as Catfish hops up onto the bed to stand on his side with small legs that feel like a dagger into his side. Made only worse by her deep kneading and purring.

He's had far worse than a few bites and bruises. He likely will again, too. ]

It is nice to know our limits together so intimately. Though if someone else hurt you without your permission...

[ Well. Floyd has already experienced that anger, hasn't he? They would just need to take their revenge together again. ]

Catfish, knock it off.

[Floyd pushes at her just as he does when she chooses to wake him up before sunrise some mornings. She flops over, curled up instead at Jade’s back. Silly thing…

Floyd hums, his smile widening just a touch.]

Uh-huuuh~?

[Go on, Jade. He wants to know the details.]

[ Floyd is so much crueler to his daughter than Jade is... If it were Fishcake he would have let her bury her claws into him for as long as she liked until she grew comfortable and settled. It was practically a nightly routine at this point... ]

I would begin by telling them in extensive detail what they have done to you without leaving even a single detail unnoted.

[ Even with their eyes closed like this his hand finds Floyd's cheek, thumb stroking it over. ]

Then, I would give them back every ounce of pain that they caused you before breaking whatever they used to hurt you. Fingers or hands...

[ A kiss to Floyd's forehead. ]

I would pull free every single one of their teeth if they dared to bite you.

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[Jade’s far more tolerant and patient than Floyd in all situations, is all. … Yet his twin is still just as capable of horrifying feats of violence. He’s more precise, more calculated— He knows how to hurt people in ways that matter.

Imagining it done for Floyd’s benefit warms his heart and, giddy, he wiggles his legs as he’s kissed. Gruesome for most, to be this tickled over promise of revenge. But it’s like he told Rook: he’s fucked up, he’ll always be fucked up… and he likes it that way.]

Aha~ I’d wanna see all that~ You’re good at makin’ guppies cry.

[Floyd nuzzles into Jade’s palm, his twin’s cold skin so soothing against his cheek. Then,]

Would you kill for me?

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Wouldn't you?

[ It's an easy answer. It's already something that they know one day will come to pass... but for being a first, he can't imagine wanting to do it for anyone but Floyd. Even Azul--their Azul...--would be secondary to that. Choking the life out of someone or driving his claws, teeth or a knife through their jugular... he would do it without hesitation if someone dared to harm a hair on Floyd's head.

He's calmer, of course. He knows his twin can handle himself fine and that he very likely would encourage that sort of pain onto himself so long as he was able to lash out in turn... but it's different. Wanting to be hurt versus being hurt indiscriminately. Which brings another conversation to mind. ]

...Hm.

[Blood was already on their hands the moment they were born into the Leech family, so naturally there are expectations to adhere to when they return home. But beyond that—]

Without a second thought~

[Floyd might not possess the same level of finesse as Jade, but his sincerity remains true. For Jade’s sake, he’ll dispose of anyone and leave the rest to rot.]

Hm? Somethin’ on your mind?

Would you tell me if someone hurt you?

[ Not because he would want to coddle him over every injury... Floyd gets in fights all the time. It's something Jade enjoys about him. His powerful tide is something Jade has always adored about him, but... there's a difference in fighting or striking out with intent.

Just like there is a difference in hurting for the sake of causing pleasure and inflicting pain simply to hurt. ]

Huh? Where'd that come from?

[Floyd opens his eyes and settles his head against the bed so he can look at Jade proper. Well... he supposes he doesn't have any reason to hide that information from Jade, does he? ... Unlike someone who chose to hide his missing eye until Floyd asked about it.]

If they hurt me just for the sake of hurting me, then 'course I'd tell you. I'd want us to get revenge together.

[ He doesn't like to make people worry... but he doesn't think that he could get away with hiding anything from any of them anymore even if he wanted to. Between Floyd watching him more closely and Rook being... Rook. Lilia was also a strangely attentive one despite having no reason to be.

Perhaps that's just his way of being a Dominant and looking out for Submissives? He's never spoke to him enough to really know. ]

Good. That is how it should be.

[ Jade lets his own eyes close then with a content sigh. It might be himself that he needs to worry about more, but he has to wonder just when things became that way. Back home no one would even get the opportunity to lay a hand on them in a way that really matters, would they? ]

For you, I would not hesitate at all.

[He doesn’t want to watch Jade so closely. Truthfully, Floyd would give anything to return to how they were before arriving in this world—comfortable and at peace with being apart. But times are different. They’re being forced to grow up in a world they’ve yet to understand, with bodies that barely feel like their own.

Floyd trusts Jade—his strength, perseverance, and will to survive. Everyone else, not so much. Everyone else… not at all.

So, curled up close, Floyd takes Jade’s words to heart and allows his eyes to fall shut once again.]

… Mn. I know.

[he mumbles, barely conscious as he slides a hand across the sheets in search of Jade’s own. Their legs stay tangled, mimicking their tails as best as they can. It seems, at long last, all those nights of poor sleep have caught up to him.]

… Good night, Jade.

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