Aftermath of a Leech fight
note: In which Azul scolds the twins for destroying the lounge. The eels happily remember doing all of it.
Azul taps his pen against the desk rhythmic manner. His office is lit with cool colors, giving it the illusion of being under water. The vault behind him has a big dent, noticeably in a human shaped way. Dried blood stained the floor underneath it, like it had been dripping from a wound. "Jade. Floyd," he finally speaks, his eyes analyzing the two before him.
The bookshelves built into the sides of the office are misshapen. Books that were used to fill it in are scattered across the floor, mostly in ripped pages. The couches and coffee table weren't in much better condition. (Jade remembers bashing Floyd's head through the glass. He smiles, his sharp teeth showing through.)
Floyd glances at his brother, his expression dangerous. Glass shards are embedded all over his face and part of his neck— Fortunately missing all the vital parts. A little part of the impulsive eel twin wishes that it did hit. Maybe then Floyd would have an excuse to wring Jade out, like a wet towel. More blood dribbles out of his mouth as he chuckles. His tongue wipes over his chapped lips.
"I don't see how you two can smile about this," Azul cuts into their thoughts. He clicks his pen off and rests it in the groove of his hand. He gestures at the remains of the office with his free hand. "Look at what you've done! The vault! The books! The couch and the coffee table! How did you even manage to rip up the couch in your little quarrel?! Even the door- It looks like a shark broke through! Explain yourselves!"
Floyd crosses his arms, speaking first. "I don't want to."
His twin hums, raising a hand to his chin. "Floyd threw me onto the couch, if that's what you're wondering. That is, right after I threw him through the door."
The mahogany door is in half. The upper half is completely ripped off, finding itself somewhere amidst the mess on the floor. The lower half barely hangs onto the hinges, squeaking for dear life as it lay ajar. Through the nonexistent upper half, the lounge is in similar condition. Octavinelle students dressed in their nice little outfits clearly don't reflect the state of Mostro Lounge. They're eager to take a broom and sweep, picking through the pieces the Leeches left for them.
Azul slides the pen into its holder. (At least my desk and chair survived, he thinks.) The merman pushes his glasses further up his nose, resisting the urge to slump over his desk in utter defeat. "That's not what I asked."
"How are we supposed to know what you meant? You're so weird, Azul," Floyd whines, a frown prominent on his face. He adjusts his arms and puts his left hand on his right shoulder. "Maybe I oughta toss you around too."
"How ignorant of you, Floyd. If you were to beat Azul up, how would we get our daily entertainment? It seems to me," Jade pauses, his toothy smile never leaving, "you need to learn another lesson."
Floyd seems to freeze in place for a moment. He turns to Jade, reflecting his twin's expression. "Oh? You think you taught me a lesson?"
"I did," Jade brightly agrees. "I'm so glad you understand. Fighting is never good for the lo-"
Thud.
Jade stumbles backwards, holding his face. Floyd stands across from him, hovering his fist in front of him. The dried blood on his knuckles crack a little bit on impact.
"Floyd!" Azul exclaims, shooting up from his swivel chair. He slams his hands down on his desk. "No fighting!"
"Hey.. Azul.. I don't feel like listening to you. So be quiet," Floyd returned, keeping his eyes trained on Jade. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson, Jade! Ehe!"
Jade gingerly rubs his reddened jaw. "Leaving this unfinished would be in poor taste," he hums again. "I can't catch a break, can I Floyd?"
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