Explosion by Bespoke Ink

Drew leaned closer, his eyes lit up in excitement. This had to work. They had tried this five times already, and he was loosing faith slowly but surely.

He sucked in a breath as Satoru (with shaking hands) put in a tiny bit of nitro-glycerine. This had to work. To have been working on it so long, and changing the theory and mixing different acids and chemicals to try and make the perfect-

"Drew, can we take a break?" Satoru cut through his thoughts in a thoughtful voice. "We can think about it over a cup of coffee and a cookie." He said hopefully, putting down the nitro-glycerine and pulling off his gloves, before slowly removing the safety goggles and shrugging his multicoloured stained lab coat off. (The lab coat had been used in so many experiments that the thing had many holes in it and was stained many colours due to the fact that the boys experiments usually went wrong…) Drew raised an eyebrow at the puppy dog eyes Satoru was pulling, and sighed melodramatically, pulling off his own coat and opening the door. "Okay, but afterwards we need to work even harder to pull this off. We're almost there - I can feel it!" Satoru rolled his eyes good-naturedly and plodded down the stairs towards the kitchen. Drew pulled the door closed behind him and jogged after the shorter male. Satoru pressed down the button on the coffee machine the second Drew walked into the room.

Satoru was frozen in place, looking at something. "What's wrong Satoru?" Drew said absently, walking towards him and peering in that direction, and freezing. A dark purple stain was fizzing on the roof (burning a hole) directly under their room. "Crap!" Quick as a flash, the coffee machine was forgotten and they sprinted up the stairs and flung the door open, grabbing a tea towel on the way. "Crap crap crap!" Satoru yelped, flailing. "What do we do?" Drew blinked. "Crap. Crap. Crap." The two of the boys ducked as a large explosion rocked the room and every single chemical fell of the sideboards. Drew grabbed Satoru and pulled him under the table, pressing them both tightly into the corner. All Satoru could see was Drew's t-shirt, with 'Danger Mouse' written on it in comic style letters. There was a fizzing, popping, banging and exploding noises as things mixed with other things and formed other things that mixed with the things until finally, it went silent.

Satoru clung to Drew's shirt nervously, peering out. The room was a state.

Drew frowned deeply, before noting the clinging boy on his chest. "Um, Satoru? Dude, can you let go now?" Satoru sprang back, an apologetic look shooting across his face, before he grinned. "On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you think we will be tortured?" Drew paused for a moment, in mock-thought.

"Ten out of ten."