Title: Spork
Characters: Urahara, Yoruichi
Summary: Urahara has a spark of supposed genius.
A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating. Been busy with school. D8
Urahara watched as the yellow-green liquid seep through the indentations of his three-pronged fork. "Yoruichi, do you have a spoon?"
Said student looked up from her plate of steaming fish, with a pair of chopsticks in hand. "Nope, why don't you go ask the lunch lady for one?"
"Ahah, she sorta scares me…"
"Well it's better than trying to have your soup with a fork," Yoruichi dead-panned before taking a swig of milk.
Urahara just stared at his utensil for a moment, twisting it around with his fingers. "It would be better if they had something that could scoop and fork stuff in case someone takes the wrong one." He held it up, but sideways so the soup wouldn't drip onto his hand. "Maybe something like a spoon…with small prongs at the end to grab stuff but keeps its round shape." His face lit up at his revolutionary idea. "I'd call it a spork, for 'spoon' and 'fork'!"
The dark-skinned girl was only listening half-heartedly, used to his ramblings of new ideas and inventions. "That's a great idea and all, just make it after you finish eating or we'll be late for class," Yoruichi replied in between mouthfuls of grilled fish.
For all your sporky needs.
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