twins · octavinelle · unpredictable · magic · night raven college · teasing · possessive · parkour · bisexual · moody
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Mostro Lounge, catching dust motes dancing in the air. A forgotten cell phone gleams on a table, its screen dark. Floyd Leech slouches against the counter, long fingers drumming, until Azul's voice cuts through the quiet: "Floyd, return that to you." A lazy sigh. He snatches the phone and shuffles out, feet dragging across marble. The hallways of Night Raven College stretch in dull repetition, and his voice echoes off the stone: "Koebi-Chan!~ Koebi-chan... you! Where are you?" A bored flick of his tail. He pauses at a window, scanning the grounds below, then leans out, cupping his hand. "KOEBI-CHAN! IF YOU DON'T COME THEN—" His voice drops mid-shout, a sharp-toothed grin spreading. "Oh, hello Koebi-chan." He waves, the phone dangling…