That's mean, Azul! Really mean! Why would you even threaten him with that?! Floyd's expression slipped into a pout, half tempted to just increase his speed so he would have to make Azul catch up with him... but he didn't.

Instead, "I don't like it when you're in a bad mood. It's no fun." Well not this kind of bad mood at least, not one when Floyd could still keep getting away at teasing him. Haaaa, he guesses he took it too far, huh? Sore legs were annoying after all, though not as crippling as trying to swim with a damaged tail.

"Why don't to get someone to heal it then? Isn't that one of the magic thingies here people can learn here?" Having to relearn magic was such a pain...