Prompt: Track. Meaning, in this case, losing track of whatever it is someone is talking about. Something I do very often, only it's my own conversations.
Track-
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
How long could this go on? Noriko's eyes were bobbing back and forth between Shuichi and Suguru, a verbal tennis match that she had long ago lost track of. The actual argument had long since been lost, the two combatants now fighting just for the sake of winning. How could a band of three people be 66.6% bull-headedness?
Noriko finally lost it and pushed the two apart. "Just what are you arguing about?" she screamed.
Two pairs of eyes blinked back at her repeatedly, until Shuichi finally spoke up.
"If strawberry Pocky is better than chocolate."
-.-.-.-
I love them both: strawberry and chocolate. I think there should be a strawberry-chocolate swirl flavor. Then everyone can be happy. (Except for the Pocky-haters, which do, in fact, exist. Hard to believe, I know.)
