When they were young, they had bickered a lot. Usually over him doing something really dumb, or her being mean to him, but it was just bickering—no real full on fights. As far as he could recall, at least.
The same applied even as they had aged. Stupid bickering over very small things, but nothing big that continuously popped up or was the root of any evil dispute. They went through high school, graduated, and moved in together as they both started college before something came up.
Oh, but when it did, hell might as well have found its place in their apartment.
"You've got to be kidding me! You like that crap?"
"Crap? It's so good, what are you even talking about?"
"Sunshine, your taste buds are all kinds of fucked if you like anything they have." The roseate sat in the passenger seat of their car, looking at the blonde behind the wheel with absolute disbelief.
"Well excuse me, Princess, what would you suggest instead?" he asked mockingly, looking awfully superior.
"Wendy's is where it's at," she replied firmly, eyes flashing slightly at his immediate laugh.
"Wendy's? You're the one who's got to be kidding me. They're no better than McDonalds!" Sitting in the car, this whole argument in itself had come about with a simple question. What to have for dinner? Neither really felt like making something, and it was a Friday—they might as well kind of indulge, right? And of course, Naruto had replied with one of his favourite restaurants, which was—
"Arby's is like they took dirt and made it into burger form!" she retaliated, looking honestly offended at his jab at her favourite fast food joint.
"Don't you dare say such blasphemy!" he cried, scowling at her in return.
"Well, it's true, so wake up and eat Wendy's, dumbass."
"THAT'S NOT HEALTHY AND WOULDN'T BE NICE ANYWAY."
"WELL ARBY'S SUCKS AND WOULDN'T EVEN TASTE GOOD."
"NEITHER WOULD WENDY'S."
"WELL, THEN GO TO WENDY'S."
"FINE. AND YOU GO TO ARBY'S."
"FINE."
"OKAY."
"WELL GET OUT THEN."
"NO, DRIVE US TO THE FOOD COURT YOU DUMBASS."
"FINE."
And it became a decided thing that they would always go their separate ways when it came to their favourite restaurants, if only to avoid the arguments that would surely ensue.