Still focused (on his eyes)

          The sun has been up for a few hours now, but it shouldn’t go without saying that it is beautiful. Everything today is special, even the usual giant fireball in the sky. Even if it’s way too hot for a suit, especially on Chume Labs’ island, Pac still thinks that it is the perfect opportunity. Now that the children are back, there is no sorrow to interrupt Pac’s most important mission since he ever stepped onto this island.

Simultaneously, in a more accessible place than Chume Labs, the sun on Fit and Ramon’s house is still just as hot for a suit. Fit, however, obliged, as Pac seemed way too excited to wear matching suits for this mission and he couldn’t just deny his friend’s ideas.

— So… you think I'm looking alright? — Fit asks, looking in the mirror, trying to fix his suit- which, at this point, has no mistake to fix, really.

Ramon is staring at his father intently, almost looking at the man's soul through his skin. He writes down something on his little notebook, something Fit could not figure out for the life of him because of the boy's calligraphy (pretty and complex letters, sure, but completely unreadable), and rushes to the chest nearby, almost falling inside it whilst searching for something. When Ramon seems to finally have found it, he makes his way back to Fit, placing a rose on his father's suit.

— “Now you're looking super nice. You can officially go on your date!” — Ramon signs, and Fit's face goes slightly red. He ruffles Ramon's hair, who giggles.

— It's not… a date. You know that. — Fit argues, and Ramon holds his hand, although not moving it away from his head.

— “Yeah, yeah, but you can't tell me what it is so I'll just say it's a date!”

— Pfft, it's true… — Ramon understands that Fit just can't tell him some things, for his own good, and Fit couldn't be more glad that he has such an understanding son. — but it's not a date, my boy. I still have a lot to talk with Pac before calling it… a date.

Ramon giggles. Fit smiles.

He wonders if Pac is feeling as anxious as him.

And if he knew just how sweaty Pac's hands are while he tries to grab all his stuff, he'd be sure they're equally as anxious.

Pac feels his face going red out of nowhere, having to physically stop himself from letting out little screams and giggling to himself.

— Se recompõe! — He says, looking at a mirror that he placed on his side of the Chume Labs Warehouse. — Foque na missão, foque na missão…

(Recompose yourself! Focus on the mission, focus on the mission…)

He takes a deep breath, looking at the little rats running around the table and jumping on the pocket of Pac's hoodie.

After finally managing to put on some composure, Pac grabs his phone, sending Fit a message.

  Oiii, big boy —

Fit is startled by the sudden notification on his communicator. It's not quite a phone like everyone else on the island; he has a technological interface on his prosthetic arm that kind of works like a phone.

He giggles to himself when he sees Pac's message, his cheeks going slightly red.

— Oi, Pac!

                                          
   Are you ready? I'm just a little bit anxiousKKKKKK —

— Yeah, yeah! We can meet up in that place, if you get what i mean

Who knows… I may or may not get it.. hihi —
             I'm just joking with u, see you there!