"I just really want a milkshake."
Rose gave an exaggerated sigh, rolling her eyes sarcastically at Eric. He had been bugging her about wanting a damn milkshake for the past fifteen minutes, and every time she told him she was busy he just continued poking her. Standing up, she groaned. “Fiiiiiine, Cire. Get dressed, we’re going to McDonalds because you’re too lazy to use a blender and I want ice cream. Now would you please stop bugging me?” she said, winking at him to let him know she wasn’t mad. That was the good thing about their relationship, they could bug each other and be sarcastic, and still know that they loved each other (platonically, of course). “I’m serious,” she added, arching an eyebrow and glancing up and down his body, “get dressed. You can’t go to McDonalds in your boxers.”