Okay hun. You brought up Chowder/Ransom as a pairing. (Wow that sounds threatening) Now, could you please write about it? Maybe just them getting together or something? Or just pure fluff? Pretty please? Thanks!
you know what i feel like i’m on a roll with this ship rn i’m rlly feeling it so yeah buddy i got u
“Rans!” Chowder yells, throwing himself half-on top of Ransom on the couch, legs slung over the book in Ransom’s lap. “All-organic chamomile tea baths. All the rage in Cali. My buddy Rory said they completely drained the toxins and stress from his body. We should look into that, huh?”
Ransom raises an eyebrow at him, nothing but skepticism on his face as he asks, “It’s just chamomile tea? Wouldn’t it be more beneficial to drink the tea?”
“You can drink the tea while you’re taking the bath, Rans,” Chowder points out.
“Drinking your own bathwater?” Ransom asks, pulling a face.
“Oh my god, no, gross!” Chowder fake-gags. “You make some tea for the bath, then you make some more tea and put it in a mug and drink that tea.”
“That seems like a lot of work, when you can just make a cup of tea and drink it and probably have the same results.”
“Whatever,” Chowder huffs, “I think it would be cool!”
“Of course you do,” Ransom laughs. “Not today, babe, I don’t think we have the resources for a bath full of tea.”
“What about just a bath, then?” Chowder asks, moving the book off of Rans’ lap and putting himself there in its place. “Or what if we went to a movie? Or that new Mexican place downtown? Or anywhere that isn’t the Haus, Faber, or the library?”
Ransom huffs out another laugh, cupping his hands around Chowder’s cheeks and pulling him down into a quick kiss.
“Is this you complaining because I’m too stressed or you complaining because you think I don’t pay enough attention to you?”
“This is me complaining because you’ve already aced your MCAT and gotten into every medical school you applied to and you still spend more time with your dang textbooks than you do enjoying your senior year,” Chowder corrects. “Bath, movie, or Mexican?”
“Mmm,” Ransom deliberates for a second, “Mexican, movie, and bath. In that order.”
“Brilliant,” Chowder giggles, “This must be why they let you into Harvard.”
“Yep, my application essay was actually titled ‘How To Spend an Evening With Your Cute Boyfriend.’ Must’ve been a hit.”
“Okay, I know you’re joking but that would’ve been totally swawesome!”
