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It was another average day in Foreign Terrain, well, as normal as it can get with all the shenanigans happening lately, hey where even is Aether Stellatos these days? Oh well.
Tomato was keeping watch of his shop, the shelves chocked full with all sorts of trinkets, thingamabobs, just about ANYTHING, really makes other people wonder how she even acquired the stuff in the first place. Tomato was just scrolling on their phone, pretty untypical since BFC SHOULD come around and annoy/steal from them by now. Nothing special, just tweets of things and people doing outright idiotic and risky dares just for views and likes. Tomato’s doomscrolling was thankfully interrupted by BFC, who was practically gasping for air as if he just ran 67 (haha) marathons in an attempt to escape being put in any more dresses.
“H-Hah… Remind me to never try and ragebait Pixxie again, I swear she had a whole LINEUP of maid dresses, it’s like she PLANNED this!”
BFC leaned onto the shop’s wooden frame, exhausted.
Tomato couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, but something seems off about BFC?
“Pfft… Oh wait, if you ran that fast then… Where’s Baja, isn’t he always with you?”
“Hey I might be an idiot but I will NEVER leave Baja Blast, he’s my first buddy here… well at least my first non-robloxian friend, heh.”
BFC pointed to Mountain Dew's Baja Blast Flavor resting on his quote on quote egg shaped head before winking at Tomato and continuing.
“Oh by the way, you have any refrigerated Mount Dew left? This weather is hot as heck”
“Of course… Baja Blast I presume?”
“Man you know me too well! Hey did you know that was my inspiration for my bird's name?" BFC said gleefully while chugging down the can in one go.
"You don't say..."
Tomato smiled, god that guy is such an idiot, yet he's just so smart and cool and funny and- Wait.
Before Tomato knew it, he was blushing HEAVILY and this time out of all of them?!Unluckily for Tomato, BFC quickly caught wind of Tomato's heated face and decided to take advantage by leaning a bit TOO close to Tomato.
"Say Tomato... I heard from a little birdy, unironically that you want to *Smash* with me, how does that sound to you eh?" BFC whispered, grinning as he winks multiple times, each time more "flirty" than the last one.
"BFC, I-I uh... can you back off a bit, your sweat is going to make me hurl dude.."
"Hey, don't dodge the question now Fruit-person, do you want to Smash?!" BFC pressured, only after taking one step back.
"I-I uh.. um ugh... OK FINE." Tomato tried to put on a brave face, yet it slowly turned back to being flustered and confused.
"Hah, follow me then, I know a place."
"At least let me close up shop first??"
"Whatever..."
BFC said in a way that makes you think they'd leave first, yet they waited until Tomato was done, observing him.
After closing for the day, Tomato followed behind BFC, their heart pounding inside, BFC wouldn't mean THAT would he? All he's done ever since he was in Foreign Terrain is just gaming, annoying the others and just causing chaos.
After awhile, the two stopped at somewhere? Tomato didn't really know where because she's never been to this side of Foreign Terrain, to be more accurate, she's never visited anywhere else besides the "mainland" where everyone gathers from time to time.
In front of the two was a couch, with a dusty, possibly old TV, the ones that are big, chunky and have antennas
"Sooo.. wanna smash now?"
"ON THE COUCH?!"
"Yeah? Do YOU want to play Super Smash Bros. Melee on the GRASS???"
BFC faked looking shocked, appalled even as he already knew he has been "clickbaiting" Tomato thinking they would do, you know.
"Oh that, hah, my apologies, BFC and yeah we could play now"
"Sweet!! Help me hook this Gamecube to the TV, I can't tell the difference between these HDMI cables"
"Aren't they color coded-"
Tomato was quickly shushed by BFC, his oh so geeky... and nerdy face all up in Tomato's... she needs her and NOW.
"Alright... Just need to put the disk in... Load the game itself and.. We're done!" BFC said triumphantly as Tomato sighed thankfully.
"I dunno why you'd want me to do that... Normally you boot up the game by yourself! What changed if I may ask?"
"Pfft Tomato, you're funny now let's Smash!!"
Although they both may be close together, their playing styles are vastly different, BFC was actually pretty skilled at Melee, using Fox. Of course that just only gave him more opportunities to catch glances of Tomato struggling at how to even knock BFC out one time. Speaking of Tomato, their strategy against BFC? Button mashing with Kirby. Despite the obvious gap between BFC and Tomato's skill, BFC kept jumping off the ledges on stages on purpose, letting Tomato win majority of the rounds.
"I think we should rest for the day, it's getting quite late and I don't want the others worrying about us... Especially since none of us haven't heard from Aether that much recently."
"Haha yeah, but I think I have something that'll ease your worries for a bit."
BFC scooted closer a bit to Tomato before leaning in and giving him a peck on the cheek
"I'm homosexual for you, Tomato."
"..."
Tomato, speechless, his face now burning hotter than the weather itself. Someone could mistake them having a fever.
"BFC..."
"Haha, you're silly, c'mon let's just regroup for now, we can talk about it after dinner."
BFC smiled at Tomato, blushing a bit themselves before getting up and extending a hand to Tomato.
Tomato chuckled back, taking BFC's hand. The two walked closely together, hands holding, the "mainland" getting closer by the second.
"Glad to know you're gay, BFC"
"Does that mean you are too? I mean you didn't object the kiss and this hand holding."
"Touché."