i call dibs on hot fudge !
" okay , well i call dibs on the waffle cone . " his nose scrunches , hand in the air , his entire body a fault - line that says ; are you serious ? the kind of attitude that can truly only come with knowing someone since before birth . they were probably in the womb arguing with each other , colt trying to drag his poor brother into some kind of headlock . ( he's not gonna say shit about it though , god knows ryland would start telling him how impossible that is -- like he doesn't know . maybe he just thinks its a nice thought . not the strangulation . the knowing . that he got to have someone so great from the very start )
he's still squinting through his sunglasses , staring up at the sort of crumbling board full of flavors while the california sun beats down on the back of his neck . he kind of thinks san fran is a special kind of hell , and he's pretty sure if his brother wasn't basically holding him by the sleeve that he'd get lost in five minutes flat . but he's worth it , even if he's being drug to . . . what was this place called again ? he can't remember . shit . maybe he hit his head a little too hard on that last shoot after all .
" don't play with me ry , you're gonna lose and you know it . better cut your losses now . " tongue clicks , a grin that can only be described as horrifically annoying pulls the corner of his mouth . he acts like he's not gonna share it anyways . like they haven't shared and stolen and split food a thousand different ways before . colt's head tilts , turning his gaze back to ryland , " oh my god , what kind of flavor is sunset harmony ? where the hell are we ? "