It was the things that you didn't say
He always noticed them the most
She was more than just blue & pink hair and bubble gum (POP!)
The sparkle in her eye every time she spoke, even if it was when she was playfully insulting him (again) or making another terrible pun,
How she'd cheekily wink at him if he caught her eye across the room.
Occasional anxious biting of her lips in between sentences.
Playfully blowing away the flyaway strands of hair that were forever falling in her face.
The little black heart that sits on her cheekbone - The one subtle marking that was the icing on the cake to her fiercely adorable aesthetic.
Those times when he'd catch her as she twisted and tumbled in her silver cage; dancing through the air so effortlessly graceful, or when she told another one of her many stories that made even Tatsu smile - not just because it was entertaining; her whole aura was a whirling light, her laugh like an explosive firecracker; she left nearly everyone around her so taken by her.
But it was also because of how strong she was; never able to go down without a fight and could mow you down so hard and so quickly you wouldn't even feel a thing.
And he feared for her; they all did, for how she was completely giving herself to the man that could tear down every fiber of her being, but he somehow found himself worrying the most.
Floyd remembered the question she had asked him so abruptly on the stairwell.
"- Have you ever been in love?"
" Nah. Never"
"Bullshit."
(She's the exclamation mark in the happiness sentence that I could ever possibly write)
Now he could see at long last that she was, indeed correct.