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Fit only discovered what a picnic was when an egg quest asked him to do one. He was so confused by this mission that he had to ask Philza what it meant.
While the crow calmly explained that it was a type of outdoor meal, more questions arose in the anarchist's mind.
Why would anyone want to have a snack in the middle of nature? Besides dirtying a cloth with dirt and grass, they would have to carry a lot of weight because of the dishes and be careful with the food.
Obviously, Fit liked to spend time outdoors, fishing with Ramón and cooking the fish on a campfire under the stars. As much as he didn't want to admit it, it reminded him of the cold nights in 2b2t. It was a strange way to make up for missing a place that wanted him dead all the time.
In short, Fit didn't understand the purpose or fun of a picnic... until now.
The Anarchist was organizing his backpack—one of the rare occasions he committed to actually doing so—when his communicator began to vibrate incessantly. As this was the first excuse he found to stop performing that task, he picked up the device and smiled immediately when he noticed that the messages were from Pac.
[Pac whispered to you: Bom dia!]
[Pac whispered to you: Could you come to Chume Labs island for a bit? I want to tell you something]
Fit raised an eyebrow as he read the Brazilian's request with a smile on his face. Whenever Pac wanted to tell him something, either the situation was going very wrong or it was quite amusing. Either way, he would never refuse an invitation from his friend... yes, friend.
[Fit whispered to you: Bom dia :^) ]
[Fit whispered to you: Five minutes and I'll be there]
He lied; it took less than a minute to close his inventory and backpack, grab his waystone, and teleport to the meeting place.
When the purple particles disappeared from his vision, he had to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun. The day was beautiful as always, the sky clear and bright like the reflection of crystal clear waters, the air humid and warm from the waves surrounding the small island, the multicolored flowers scattered across the land exuding a sweet and light aroma and vibrating with the sunlight on their petals. With a few steps, he could see the “Armazem da Família,” as Pac called it. The building had a comfortable and pleasant air that afternoon.
Speaking of the Brazilian, he tried to look for him around the small house but saw nothing. Squinting his eyes toward the warehouse, he managed to see a blue sweatshirt through the large glass window on the second floor. A mischievous thought popped into his mind along with an evil smile.
He turned off his location and walked slowly, distributing his weight as best he could on the gravel path so as not to make any noise. As he approached the house, he could see Pac pacing back and forth inside the warehouse. He opened the door slowly and closed it so carefully that it looked like it was about to explode at any moment. He hid behind one of the pillars and began to write a message.
[Fit whispered to you: I'm here, where u at?]
He heard a few phrases in Portuguese coming from the floor above and quick, heavy footsteps. He had to control himself not to ruin his disguise and start laughing. When he heard him coming down the stairs and approaching his hiding place, he put on the most serious expression he could muster and spoke in his announcer's voice:
“Is this fofoca?”
Pac was so surprised that he let out a scream of fright and jumped away from the anarchist, protecting himself with his arms and raising his prosthetic leg to cover his body, which triggered a series of laughs from the anarchist.
“FIT! YOU ALMOST KILLED ME WITH SCARE!” He shouted before joining in the bald man's almost exaggerated laughter.
“Sorry! I couldn't resist,” he said amid the euphoria that was beginning to fade. “So, what did you want to tell me?”
“Oh! Yes! Yeah! This is huge fofoca!” The smile on his face only grew as he began to shift his heels anxiously.
“Huge fofoca?!” Fit's eyes widened with excitement.
“Not just huge! It's the fofoca.” He gestured the grandness of the information with his hands.
“Oh, please share that tea with me, you know how I am.”
“Well... is Ramón awake?” He asked almost in a whisper, putting his hand close to his mouth as if to cover it.
"Not right now, I don't even know if he'll wake up today, lazy child, you know. But don't worry, his egg quests for the week are all complete." He said carelessly, trusting Pac to keep his information safe. He didn't really understand why or how he had come to trust him more than his conscience would like, but he didn't give a damn about logic at the moment. All that mattered now was Pac and his precious fofoca.
“Oh, that's good! Richarlyson is going to spend time with Cellbit and Roier today, and you know he's more of a gossiper than I am, so it's better if he doesn't find out about this.”
“If you're trying to keep our kids out of it, then it must really be the fofoca.” He raised an eyebrow, speculating about the secret information. "You're already making me nervous. Tell me! Share the tea!"
“I can't... I can't tell you that here.” He whispered again, moving closer to Fit. “But I have a plan that will give us the most privacy in the world. Follow me!” He asked a few seconds before leaving the warehouse with Fit following two steps behind. It was a short walk to an area further away from the warehouse, near the avocado plantations. Pac guided him between the trees until he reached one that was in a blind spot. No one would think there was anything there, but there it was, a warp plate glowing purple.
“I hope you brought food.” It was the last thing the Brazilian said before being consumed by purple particles and teleported to some unknown location. Fit was confused by the dark-haired man’s words, but when he stepped into the teleporter, he felt the atmosphere literally change.
They were on top of a mountain, the icy wind sent a shiver down his spine, the grass was low and the earth soft and damp, the view was vast over a huge valley of mountains and rivers. Pac was in front of him, sitting on a large towel with various patterns and looking at the anarchist with a certain sparkle in his eyes.
“Wow, what is this?” Fit observed the natural horizon of the place in wonder.
“A place far away where we can gossip for hours without being disturbed." The Brazilian replied with a smile from ear to ear. “I thought the grass was too tall and wet to sit on, so I put a towel here.” He patted the cloth, indicating a place for Fit to sit next to him under the shade of a tree.
“How did you even find this place? It's so far from the spawn." He said, looking at the coordinates on his communicator before sitting down next to the dark-haired man. The feel of the grass under the towel was strange, but nothing he couldn't get used to in a while.
“Ah, you know, sometimes you get too far away doing the egg quests.” He said, opening his backpack and taking out some food, two glasses, and a bottle of wine.
“Isn't that Pierre's wine?”
“He won't notice one bottle missing." He said, handing one of the glasses filled with alcohol to Fit, who wouldn't refuse anything from Pac even in a thousand years. “Besides, what's wrong with two very masculine men sharing a glass of wine while talking about a friend's love affair?” The brunette raised his eyebrows as he took the first sip from his glass.
“I'm all ears.”
“I was on my way to Tubhaus to see if I could get some avocado toast, and, if I didn't had my communicator on at the time, almost bumped into Tubbo talking to guess who?” He paused dramatically as he swirled the wine in his glass. But before Fit could even respond, Pac did it himself. “Fred!”
“Ooohhh my! I can already see where this is going.” He said presumptuously as he grabbed some food Pac had brought, and when he put it in his mouth and began to chew, his eyes widened as he tasted dark chocolate and strawberries.
“And, as the good gossiper that I am—” He put his hand on his chest to emphasize further. “I hid behind a pillar and listened to their entire conversation... actually, I only listened to Tubbo because, well, Fred doesn't talk.” He took one of the strawberries and put it in his mouth.
“I don't know how you heard their conversation, Fit." He said with his mouth full. "Every word Tubbo said to him made me squirm with embarrassment!"
“I'm committed to this kind of information, I need fofoca to live well." He said, looking at the food on the tablecloth: chocolate-covered strawberries, some potato chips, cheese, and what surprised him most, cheese bread, his favorite. “So? What did our dear friend Tubbo say?” He asked, putting a piece of cheese in his mouth and swallowing some wine.
“He said: Are you a totem of undying, because every time I'm next to you I raise... and I think it was the other meaning.”
And that was the last straw. Fit felt the wine stick in his throat and had the quick reaction to turn to the side and spit it all out into the precipice. Still coughing from choking and pounding his own chest, he puts the glass down and screams in a high-pitched tone.
“HE SAID WHAT?!” His wide eyes didn't show half of his discontent. All Pac could do was bite his lip and nod his head positively.
Sounds of suffering escaped his mouth as he put his hands over his face and threw himself back with all his might, feeling the impact of the grass on his back. The only thing that saved him from the embarrassment of others was hearing Pac's muffled laughter at his not-so-exaggerated reaction.
The afternoon went on like this, with the Brazilian and the American discussing Tubbo's possible relationship and talking about other things, such as egg quests becoming strange and difficult over time, some funny stories about their children, and even talking about some past experiences while drinking wine and enjoying the food they had brought.
It was then, after eating everything available, drinking three bottles of Pierre's wine, and almost running out of things to talk about, that they noticed the sun setting on the horizon. If they weren't both drunk, they would have gathered their things and returned to their bases, to the lonely safety they had against the night mobs that threatened them, but that's not what they did. Instead, Fit enjoyed the sunset for the first time in a long time, feeling its warmth, analyzing the diversity of colors surrounding the star as it disappeared behind the mountain valleys. It was so beautiful, so... alive.
“Sometimes I forget how peaceful it can be here from time to time.” Pac's voice was closer than the last few times the anarchist had heard it, and he soon realized why.
The dark-haired man had sat down next to him, a short distance away. If he wanted to, or had the courage to do so, he could rest his head on the younger man's shoulder. However, even with his “liquid courage”, his system crashed when he noticed Pac's sudden proximity. On the one hand, part of him wanted to move away, to keep a safe distance from any kind of attack, but the other part, bigger and stronger, spoke... no, screamed for him to stay there, to enjoy the strange and incredibly good feeling he had in his stomach, the warmth he felt on his face and ears, his heart pounding hard against his rib cage. And that's what he did, watching the sunset in silence as the strange feeling he didn't know the name of consumed his entire being.
“Eu queria ficar aqui para sempre.” Pac whispered, which made Fit look at him briefly and widen his eyes at the sight.
The orange light further highlighted his tanned skin, the black strands of his hair swayed in the light cool breeze of dusk, his eyes sparkled at the scene he was watching, his lips formed a simple smile full of tenderness.
I think that's what makes people love picnics so much. He thought as he turned back to watch the sun disappear between the mountains.
But one thing Fit didn't notice was Pac's hand crossing his pinky and ring fingers with his metal hand as they watched the show that nature provided.