i'm on a wave.

[ofandres]

axdently​:

“Bro.” he takes a dramatically pregnant pause. “We’re going to have Shrek drapes, carpets, and even coasters. A full game room. A walk in pantry with fruit by the foot and chef boyardee. And a trampoline floor.” and of course, a closet the size of a room for Ren for all his silk shirts and fancy clothes. “I’m sure Gabs will want a room for her and her dumb boyfriend too.” he rolls his eyes playfully. “But, of course, you’ll get your own suite. Right next to the game room. Only the best for my homeslice for life.” he speaks as if this lottery business was a sure thing. his hopes are high and his dreams are bigger, but nothing could stop him from his wishes. “Only question is, do we want blue gatorade or red in our mini fridges in each room.”  

"my dude. my bro. my fam. is that supposed to be a joke?" he pauses, only to wash down the candy with a mouthful of dr pepper, his eyes widening in exaggerated delight. "blue is obviously the only answer here," he proclaims, voiced muffled from the carbonation and sugar rush. standing to his feet, he pulls kyle up with his swiftly and places a lordly fist up to his chest in a show of mock camaraderie. with a sudden surge of energy, he channels his best inner knight, "give me cool blue, or give me death!! or...you know, whatever those royal weirdos say when they give speeches." his words hang in the air, punctuated bythe sound of a sudden laughter entering without warning. it was moments like these where their friendship shined bright and unyielding, just two buddies, united by their love of sugary sweets and memes, ready to conquer the word one snack at a time. when the laughter subsides, he releases his grip on kyles wrist and pops back down onto the couch, grin still intact. "seriously, though. blue is the undisputed champion of gatorade flavors, it's like a burst of refreshing ocean breeze on your taste buds. nothing beats that, my friend. nothing."

[ofandres]

axdently​:

a diabolical snigger commences as he watched the blue koopa blast his friend in the bussy. the purple motor bike passes by the spinning kart and kyle feels victorious–– though he still wasn’t close to first place. but at least he’d beat Andres.  “You can’t sue. I’m broke.” it was a simple answer. Kyle spends most of Ren’s funds when it comes to their snacks and he borrows Ren’s games, and sometimes he even borrows Ren’s clothes. for a self-made man, he sure had Renato Luna written all over his narrative. but that’s Kyle– codependent on the ones he loves, and Andres was just another soldier in that department. times like these make his heart swell keep him grounded despite his hubris. “And you can’t sue Ren either because he is the one who sponsors our game nights.” he takes a swedish fish from the plastic bag and begins chewing on the gummy. “Don’t be a sore loser, come on you always win !” 

it doesn’t take long for the guise to fall, before the giggles that had already been building up in his tummy spill out. in between his giggls, he snatches the plastic bag from his best friends hand and tilts the bag up over his head, dumps a few pieces of the candy into his mouth, and proceeds to speak with his mouth half-full. “at least you’re smart enough to admit it, i’ll tell my lawyer to retract the cease and desist immediately.” it was the little moments like these that meant the most to andres, after spending so much of his life feeling like he was never good enough, he knew he’d never feel like that around kyle. “you’re gonna have buy ren a house when we win the lottery one day, he’s way too nice,” he says in-between bites, “but onlyif you keep a guest room for your moi, and yes, the shrek sheets are mandatory.”  

[ofandres]

the claus residence ⸻  @axdently​

— he'd started with an unwavering confidance, brimming with an assurance in his own reflexes that he was sure there couldn't be a single reality in which kyle todd could beat him. so sure of himself, andres had willingly relinquished his cherished "lucky charm" when it came to mario kart — waluigi himself. his phalangies clutched the joy-cons with a fervor, causing his knuckles to pale as sweat droplets formed at his forehead. with each nimble drift nd sharp turn, his entire body leaned in sync. amidst the ensuing chaos, their shared bag of dorito crumbs now lay scattered across the floor, and yet, he was oblivious to his surroundings. his reality swiftly shifted from triumphant confidence to his worst nightmare. just as he approached the finish line, a relentless blue koopa shell demolishes any hope he'd had of victory. devasted, so anguished by his loss, andres closes his eyes and drops the controller in a gesture of defeat. 

❝ this is the last time i’m ever letting you take waluigi from me again, bro. what kind of friend are you?! i’m rethinking everything. i might sue. ❞