#i dont know that ive done a multi-parter for these since (starve) sunday but aklsdjfalskdjf I HAD TO

[queenofbaws]

 “fine, i get your cereal-soup argument, but there’s nothing you can say to convince me that a hot dog is a damn sandwich.”

Listen, I am sorry but this is the most perfect climbing chrash prompt ive seen in fucking ages. It's quite literally them. So you know that I gotta see this argument/debate happening in real time fhdjsksbd

(READ PART 1 FIRST)

He'd no sooner snuggled up to her than Ashley called him out: "You don't want my opinion," she said, and rather matter-of-factly at that, "I know you think you want my opinion, but that's only because you think I'm going to side with you, and I'm telling you now, Josh, you don't want my opinion."

"Honestly, Ashley, I'm wounded that you think my affections are so, y'know, conditional." He threw an arm over her, nestling into her shoulder, and in his loudest stage whisper (which was, to be fair, pretty goddamn loud), he added, "But you should definitely side with me, because I'm right and Cochise is wrooong."

She groaned, letting the paperback she'd been reading fall shut with nothing but her finger for a bookmark. "Hot dogs are not sandwiches," she droned, but before Chris could so much as pump his dorky, dorky fist in a celebratory booyah, she continued, "but neither are hoagies - by virtue of the bun being one piece instead of two, they're more closely related to pizza, in my opinion."

There was a beat of silence, then Josh promptly rolled over to spoon up against Chris instead, the force of his eyeroll propelling him by momentum alone.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!