TF2: first meeting

*squeak squeak* went the green ball the Scouper held onto, smiling at his Pokefusion pet. With a flick of his wrist, the Boston/Aussie man tossed it over the Zuchu's head... but the pokemon made no attempt to go over after it.

"..." Scouper sighed, tilting his hat downward, "C'mon, mate. You wanted-"

"ZUCHU!"

"Augh!" The young man yelped as his little friend leaped up, clinging to his face and its tail wagging. With a small laugh, Scouper pulled Zuchu off, rubbing between its ears playfully. It was a typical lazy Sunday afternoon and the boy was sitting in an area where he wouldn't be disturbed by the on-going wars that happened briefly. The Red Soldier would be kept busy all day, though he did promise the Scouper they'd hang out during a ceasefire. That wouldn't be for quite some time, since this was only the first battle.

He stood up, letting Zuchu down off his lap to finally go after its ball. Perhaps if he took a small walk around the area, he could pass the time more quickly so it could soon be ceasefire...

"Pow!"

That's when a strong gust of wind picked up and blew straight into Scouper's face, as he tried to block the wind with his arms. But his hat had also blown off, going in a boomerang motion before landing at someone's feet. That someone...being a Heavy. But this Heavy had long black wavy curls of hair with a blue headband underneath it, a black vest over top a blue plaid shirt, gray pants with black boots and fingerless black gloves. His blue eyes gave off a twinkle in them every so often.

The larger man let out a laugh, "My bad, laddie! Was a pretty big one, eh?"

Scouper froze; he liked Heavies, it was just an odd attraction. But he remembered one Heavy who refused him... He didn't want to make that same mistake again. With a mutter of Bloody hell..., he dashed off the other direction.

"Hold on, boyo!"

~

Scouper sat in the corner of the large shed, one hand on his head. Other times, losing his hat would be a big deal, but having to run into a Heavy, a new one at that, this was different. That other Heavy, Daimler, had been his crush for quite some time but after being denied so many times, he finally just let it go. Daimler already had someone else anyhow...least that's what he thought.

"There you are, lad."

He jumped at see that same Heavy from earlier, standing there. Scouper swallowed, till he noticed the larger man bring out a familiar object from behind his back.

"Dropped this."

Hesitantly, the younger Boston/Aussie reached forward to receive his hat, feeling relief as it settled back in its original place. Still, he kept his gaze towards the ground to avoid eye contact with this other man. His face was already reddening.

"No need to be shy, laddie. I may be big but am a softie once you get to know me."

"..." Scouper slowly glanced upward. It happened; the minute he made eye contact with this Heavy, he lacked the ability to look away again. He was hardly aware he was staring dumbly till the other man's fingers snapped, bringing him out of it. "Say what, mate?"

"It's okay. You may call me Fergus."

He nodded, "...Scouper."

"Really?"

"Yeah, mate. It's a long story." He then noticed it was already ceasefire. Soldier must've forgotten again and went off to a card game. "...Damn it."

"Friend abandon you, boyo?"

"No, he's just... wrapped up in this whole war business."

"...I don't have much going on... Perhaps we can hang out. Including your little friend here."

"?" Scouper then noticed Zuchu walking up, the green ball in its mouth. Smiling, he picked up his Pokefusion. "...Okay, mate."

True this Heavy...Fergus was nothing compared to Daimler, Scouper might learn to like him.