Can I ask for some more Chowder x Ransom please?? They're just the sweetest.
“Your fanny pack looks ridiculous,” Chowder huffs.
“Hey!” Ransom gasps, “Don’t hate on fanny packs, babe.”
“I’m not hating on fanny packs, I’m very specifically hating on your pineapple-print fanny pack that has the word ‘bro’ bedazzled on it.”
“Alright, but who snuck two water bottles and snacks in here?” Ransom asks, hitting his shoulder against Chowder’s.
“Any fanny pack could’ve done that,” Chowder points out.
“But no other fanny pack would look this good doing it,” Ransom grins, leaning down to kiss the grimace on Chowder’s face.
“Remind me why I put up with this,” Chowder sighs, but he takes Ransom’s hand and squeezes it, so Ransom knows he’s joking.
“Because I take you to cool amusement parks and hold your hand on the scary rides, of course,” Ransom chirps back.
“Excuse me?” Chowder laughs, “I recall someone nearly breaking my fingers on the Jurassic Park ride because the dinosaurs were too scary.”
“Hmmm,” Ransom hums, “Not me, must’ve been your other boyfriend.”
“Right, right, of course,” Chowder nods, “My other boyfriend, who doesn’t pair salmon shorts with a blue tank-top and pineapple fanny pack, because he values my sanity.”
“Sounds like a really boring guy,” Ransom comments, tugging on Chowder’s hand to lead him towards the Hulk ride. “C’mon, this one looks sick.”
“I dunno, babe, that one looks scary,” Chowder says, sticking his lip out in a faux-pout, “Are you going to hold my hand?”
Ransom laughs, bright and loud and unashamed, as he squeezes Chowder’s hand and says, “Always, C.”