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“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."











