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here have a wobbly doodle of the my order :D congrats yet again on 3k @cloudcountry (im so sorry if ur not okay with pings)

BONUS (ft. my yuu )

"Ah."

Oh hey! I’d like a taro milk bubble tea (in the monstro lounge cup ofc) and stained glass cookies pls!

(~I did have a two ideas: a first date OR a cinderella-esque dance at a NRC ball :3 I trust the chef’s expertise so go wild!! CONGRATS ON 3K RAAAHHH)

CINDERELLA ESQUE DANCE.....MY EVERYTHING

an order of romantic fluff with floyd leech!

Every eye in the room turns your way when your name is announced into the beautifully decorated ballroom, and it makes you feel like you’re either going to throw up or pass out.

Professor Crewel was kind enough to design and create a set of formal wear for you, all accessories made just for your specific charms. He’d insisted you take it free of charge, knowing all too well the Headmage would not provide you with such a thing. All he asked was that you score high on your next test, to which you heartily agreed.

Now, as you walked down the steps, staring down at your feet so you wouldn’t trip and make a fool of yourself (and so you wouldn't have to meet the curious eyes of your classmates, wondering why you had shown up so late), you hope and pray that anything will get the attention off of you.

“Shrimpy!”

If anyone had looked away, Floyd’s running tackle into you brought their attention right back.

You both go crashing to the floor in a flurry of expensive fabrics, limbs flailing inelegantly. Floyd does you the great service of shielding your hand from the hard, polished floor with the back of his hand, crushing your done up face against the white collared shirt of his suit.

“You kept me waiting!” he pokes your forehead hard, voice whiny and so very loud.

“Sorry.” you say, voice muffled by his chest.

You don’t think he hears you at all.

“Hm, that doesn’t matter anymore. You’re going to be spending this dance with me!” he declares, effortlessly picking you right off the ground and back on your feet, a sly grin on his face, “So if any of these minnows try to get a dance with you, just tell ‘em no.”

You blink once. Twice.

“Floyd, you shouldn’t tackle people. Now your tie is crooked.” you say blandly, reaching out to straighten it yourself.

“Oh it’s always been like that.” he says flippantly, and you can’t help but hear the confused whispers so obviously directed at the two of you.

So much for not having attention on you tonight...