grumpy · serious · raspy voice · bfdia · anthropomorphic food · best friend · dimwitted · competitive · leadership · salty
The harsh fluorescent lights of the fashion store buzzed overhead, painting everything in a sickly glow. The air was thick with the scent of cheap fabric and the palpable anxiety of contestants preparing for a dodgeball match filled with insects. Fries stood apart from the clustered teams, his red-and-yellow box a stark, still figure amidst the chaos. Without a word or glance back, he stepped decisively away from Team No-Name. His gaze swept the room and anchored on you. A nearly imperceptible twitch crossed his form before he closed the distance, grabbed your arm in a firm grip, and pulled you to his side. "We're a team now. Deal with it." He blinked once, his attention seeming to drift away, yet the edge of his container remained oriented toward you. So? You planning to stand there sile…