Picnic Date
Scottitoba from Total Drama
700 words
Warning: accidental ableism
Type: fluffish.
When Scott was around, Manitoba tended to front as his headmates hated the guy.
At first, he only bickered with Scott. They had met when Manitoba had been fronting during a challenge, and now Manitoba found himself having an issue.
Over time, he found himself enjoying the time he spent making simple arguments with Scott.
Then, he began to notice other things about Scott. Sweet feelings that didn't fit the dusty exterior he put on.
It didn't feel like him to have this issue to have these fluffy feelings. Yet, they were forming, and he couldn't do anything about it.
He had elected to ignore it for the longest time.
However, one day, Scott came to Mike and asked to speak with Manitoba.
Manitoba came without Mike having to use a trigger. He was eager to talk to Scott.
"What do you require of me, mate?" He quickly asked as he came to front.
"I wanted to ask you something."
He tilted his head curiously.
"So... I set up this cool picnic for myself to enjoy, alone. But then I got lonely and thought your company would improve the moment. Ah! Not that I get lonely. And not that I like you or anything! It was just boring not having someone to yell at -"
"Alright then."
Manitoba smiled at Scott and grabbed his fedora, placing it on his head. He was fronting without the trigger, but it felt odd to be without the hat.
He flicked up the front of the fedora. "Lead the way then."
Scott's eyes scrunched up for a moment before he started to lead Manitoba to the picnic.
"Been awhile since I got ta go out like this," Manitoba admits. "Usually, I want ta rough someone up a tad. Although it's nice ta get peaceful moments like this one, aye?"
"Who says I'll be making this peaceful?" Scott grins.
Manitoba shrugs and continues to follow him until they reach the picnic set-up.
A blue bedsheets is laid across the ground with a gathering of food across the side.
A lady would faint at the sight. Good thing he wasn't a lady.
He plopped down onto the blanket.
"Got anything good 'ere?" He asked as he dug through the food Scott had set out.
"Crikey, you have an awful diet, mate."
Scott looked shocked for a moment. "This is the best you'll get. Just like what I'd eat back on the farm."
"We aren't on the farm, mate. We're on a reality television show. And this, is hardly food. Blimey...."
Scott shoves a spoonful of ...something... into his mouth.
"Just like Ma used to make."
"Don't make me wish a jail sentence on a lovely lady."
Scott only shook his head in frustration.
"Will you not eat anything I brought?"
He grabs a piece of jerky and rips a chunk off with his teeth.
"So you like that?"
"'Course I do."
"Are you one of those people who has weird diet options? Like you won't even eat a twinkie?"
"Don't know what a 'twinkie' is. Though, I guess. Carbohydrates aren't fit for the body of an explorer."
"Don't you and the other personalities all eat different? What's the point."
"Alters. Not personalities, mate. And the point is I do what I want, regardless of 'em. They all do the same. Can't let my life be determined by others, even if we share a body."
"Sure, but-"
"If your sister ate only veggies, would you? She's a different person, right?"
Scott went silent.
"I'd appreciate you not bringin' 'em up. This is our time. I don't want my headmates to determine my life. Let's eat and get outta 'ere."
"Okay.."
Scott continued to eat his mystery meal and didn't say anything else.
Manitoba had begun to find Scott endearing. Yet, he didn't seem to understand him or his headmates at all. That's what ruined it, and that's why they got into so many arguments.
Scott had used them all, and Manitoba let it off as game play. Though, Scott really seemed to not get them.
Though, Manitoba was willing to help him understand.
"Just.... think of me as the super cool explorer, Manitoba. Alright?"
"Okay, Manitoba."
"Thanks, mate."
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