Easy Mac and Broken Promises
By the time Kagome picked herself off of the floor and caught her breath (for she had laughed so hard she fell out of her chair), she was bright red from exertion.
"You did what?!" she asked for the thousandth time.
"I set off a fire alarm trying to make easy mac," Inuyasha repeated. If only a hole would open up in the ground, he wished desperately. Anything to get him out of the room with the girl who wouldn't stop laughing.
"But… but how? It's literally called easy mac! The microwaveable kind, right?"
"Yep."
"What even did you do?"
Inuyasha sulked in his spot on her futon. Arms crossed and pouting, he reminded her of a petulant child. An attractive and very tall and very lean child, but a child nonetheless.
"You can tell me," she said in what she hoped was a comforting and trustworthy voice. "I won't judge."
"Yeah right," he shot back. "Says the girl who spent the past ten minutes laughing her fucking head off."
"I promise! I won't do that this time." She schooled her features into a stern and serious look.
Inuyasha eyed her warily. If I tell her, she'll think I'm an idiot. Oh wait, pretty sure she already thinks I am anyway.
Sighing, he turned away from her so he wouldn't have to see her reaction.
"Promise?"
"Promise. I won't laugh."
"I… I forgot to add water before microwaving it."
Unsurprisingly, she burst out laughing again.