Hello fellow Floyd Leech lovers! This is my offering to y’all, and I hope you enjoy!
Floyd hummed an off-kilter tune as he practically skipped down to the ramshackle dorm. He gripped a bouquet of sea-anemone-like flowers and had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. The flowers wriggled in the air excitedly, seemingly feeding off of Floyd’s excited energy.
He came to a stop in front of the dorm with a bounce, eyes glimmering. He shook his free hand excitedly, it quickly becoming a blur.
He finally had a date with his Shrimpy! Oh! He was so excited he could hardly stand it! Calming his hand, he knocked on the door.
“Shriiimpy! I’m here!” The sounds of feet pounding against the rickety stairs were heard before they stopped in front of the door. There was a moment’s pause before the door swung open, revealing an excited Y/N.
“Floyd! You’re here!”
“Of course I am! Do you really think I would ditch my beloved Shrimpy? I’m hurt.” He faked a pout, crossing his arms and turning away from them.
“Aw, don’t be like that! You know I care about you.” Y/N smiled, walking around to his side so that they were face to face…ish. They were much shorter than him.
Floyd let out an exaggerated sigh, smiling as he did so.
“Alright, I forgive ya Shrimpy…” In a sudden burst of movement, he grabbed their hand and ran off laughing.
“C’mon! I have so much planned!”
Y/N and Floyd walked through the city together, holding hands.
“So, where are you taking me.”
“It’s a surprise~.”
“Pleeeeeeease?”
“Nope! I don’t want to ruin it.” Y/N sighed, giving Floyd’s hand a small squeeze. Floyd giggled, squeezing their hand back, albeit much tighter.
“C’mon, we’re nearly there!” He then burst into a sprint, dragging Y/N behind him as he ran to the park.
He stopped to a dead halt at the park’s tennis court, slinging the duffel bag off his shoulder. Y/N eyed it curiously as Floyd zipped it open.
Inside was a bag of ping-pong balls and two paddles, as well as what looked like tupperwares in the corners.
Floyd grabbed the paddles and the bag, standing up with a grin!
“Pickleball!”
“Pickleball?”
“Pickleball! It’s always seemed really fun, so I thought we could play it together!” He grinned, his sharp teeth glinting in the sunshine.
“…have you ever played it before?”
“Nope! But I read up on the rules!” Y/N nodded, taking one of the paddles.
“Well then, let’s play.”
Pickleball wasn’t all bad, actually. While similar to tennis, there were a few odd rules. The ideal game for Floyd Leech. He laughed, taunting Y/N from the other side of the net.
“C’mon Shrimpy~! Serve it already!”
“I would if you stopped distracting me.”
“Me? Distracting you? I would never!” He clutched his chest, doing his best to look offended.
It wasn’t that great, causing Y/N to burst out laughing again. This then caused Floyd to laugh.
“Alright, here it comes!” Y/N served the ball, sending it over the net and bouncing it onto the ground. In an instant, Floyd was back into game mode, hitting the ball back to them.
Y/N laughed, hitting the ball back once it bounced. This went on for a while until Y/N was thoroughly worn out and Floyd had won. Somehow he seemed to have barely broken a sweat.
As Y/N panted, hands on their knees, Floyd walked over, water bottle in hand.
“Aw, is my little Shrimpy tired already?” They nodded, unable to speak. He laughed quietly, tapping their face with a cold water bottle.
“C’mon, drink up. We can’t have you worn out yet!” Y/N took it, taking a swig. Floyd dragged them to their next activity as they began to close the water bottle.
They stopped at a small lake, where bird-shaped boats were tied to the doc.
“Here we are!” Y/N looked at them, perplexed. There weren’t any oars on the vessel.
“…how does it move?”
“The pedals! Silly Shrimpy~!” Y/N was utterly baffled as Floyd went to talk to the person at the doc about procuring a boat for the two of them.
As he did so, Y/N wandered over to one of the boats, peering down. There were, in fact, pedals.
They suddenly lurched forward and were pushed into the boat. Looking up at the figure behind them, surprise surprise, it was Floyd.
He cackled, slapping his knee as he did so.
“You should be more careful! Never know what’s behind you.” Y/N grumbled, struggling to get up and sit in one of the two seats. Floyd cooed as he sat down next to them, pulling them up.
“Aw, was I too rough with my precious little Shrimpy?” Y/N didn’t respond, just rubbing their forehead.
“Here, let good ol’ Floyd kiss it better~.” He took Y/N’s head and pulled them forward, kissing their forehead. They giggled, pulling away.
“Thanks.”
“No problem!” Deciding not to wait any longer, Floyd began to pedal them away from the shore with Y/N struggling to keep up. Soon though, they were semi-in sync, pedaling along the lake.
“Shrimpy! Look!” Y/N turned to look in mild horror as Floyd gripped a medium-sized trout.
“I caught lunch!” They blinked in shock as the trout flapped around violently, unable to escape his grip. Floyd laughed, dangling it closer to their face.
“Doesn’t it look yummy?”
“Floyd, I don’t think either of us brought a way to clean or cook a fish…”
“So?”
“So that means we can’t eat it.” Floyd pouted before tossing the unfortunate fish back into the lake.
“You’re no fun.”
The pair continued to paddle around for a while, laughing and looking at the different bits of scenery.
Eventually, they headed back to shore with Floyd helping Y/N out of the bird boat.
As soon as their feet landed on the doc they were swept off their feet quite literally as Floyd ran off with them in his arms towards the grassy area of the park.
Y/N wrapped their arms around Floyd’s neck as he ran, desperate not to fly out of his arms. Just as they were getting used to the speed, he slowed down and spun them gently before plopping them down on a picnic blanket.
“Eh~! What do you think Shrimpy?”
Laid out before the two of them was a small but bountiful picnic. Y/N blinked in surprise for a moment before smiling.
“Did you make all of this Floyd?”
“Mhm! Well, maybe there was a liiiittle help from Jade, but who’s counting?” Floyd picked up one of the paper plates that held Takoyaki. How it was still warm, you had no idea.
Grabbing a pair of chopsticks, he picked up one of the balls and held it in front of Y/N’s mouth.
“Say aaaaaa~!”
“Aaaaaa!” They ate the ball, fanning their mouth as they chewed. It was still very hot. Floyd giggled.
“Good, right!” Y/N nodded, swallowing.
“My turn! My turn!” Grabbing their pair of chopsticks, Y/N then fed Floyd a Takoyaki.
This went back and forth for a while, the two feeding eachother the different foods Floyd had prepared, laughing and joking the entire time.
However, all good things come to an end.
Just as Floyd bit down on a piece of broccoli, the sky broke open and soaked them both.
He stood still for a moment before standing up and stamping his feet, kicking around the tupperware.
“NO FAIR! IT’S NOT FAIR!” Tears streamed down his face as he continued to stomp and kick, crying out about how it wasn’t fair.
Y/N cautiously approached him, placing a hand on his forearm.
“Floyd?”
“WHAT?!” He turned to them, fuming.
“…I still had a great time today.” He paused, looking at them with wide eyes.
“Besides, who says the date has to be over because of a little shower?” He continued to stand in silence for a moment before bursting out laughing.
“You’re right! Our date isn’t over yet!” He grabbed them by the waist and spun them around, laughing happily.
“Feeling better?” Y/N leaned on Floyd’s shoulder, snuggling into the blanket wrapped around the two of them.
“Mhm! Nice and warm!” Floyd pecked them on the cheek, laughing as their face flushed.
“Aw~! My shrimpy is soooo cute!”
“Mhm. I’m your Shrimp. All yours.”
