πΉ: ...floyd.
π¦: yeeeah?
πΉ: is there some reason you decided to block my path with your arm?
π¦: nope. my arm just needed a little stretch is all.
πΉ: the idea of learning about land life through an academic lens is fascinating to me as well.
π¦: you just dive right in whenever someone talks about school or education, huh, goldfishie? mr. studious over here.
πΉ: floyd gifted me some book straps, which i use when going from class to class. i could've done without him saying, "yeah, i don't want 'em," though.
πΉ: i wouldn't have said anything if i'd known you were with floyd.
π¦: *epic sigh* no offense, goldfishie, but i ain't in the mood today. i'll play with you some other time.
πΉ: are...are you calling me SHORT?!
π¦: oh man, you can't reach the 'you must be this tall' sign? wanna stand on my tailfin? might give you some extra height.
π¦: i felt sorry for goldfishie since his form was disastrously bad. and all that hair looks so heavy, so i figured i'd help out. ain't i a nice guy? feel free to thank me.
πΉ: who would ever thank someone like you?! leave at once!
π¦: pfft! you're puttin' those tippy toes to work, but that shelf's too TALL an order, eh?
πΉ: you only wanted to watch me squirm, didn't you? how utterly juvenile!
πΉ: okay, floyd. i'll play with you until you're satisfied.
π¦: huh! yay!! okay, first we're playin' basketball, then we'll dance, and then we'll do this and that...
πΉ: HUH!? wait...this isn't what i...
πΉ: ...floyd, your cooking is truly delectable. may i please have more of it?
π¦: ahaha! okay, that's GOLD. if that's how you're gonna sweet-talk me, guess i'd better be extra nice to you, goldfishie.