Snifty! I think this one is actually my favorite. I love it! New Review Jungle! (To the tune of My Immortal)
Slightly: I tried so hard just to get a review! And though you're still reading, I'm still reviewless...
"Snoddy...? What are you doing?" Swifty Takahashi asked, hesitantly, almost as if he didn't want to know. He pushed open the door to the kitchen and stepped inside. What he saw made him choke, slightly, as he tried not to laugh.
Snoddy Stone, a normally dignified, clean-cut boy, looked absolutely ridiculous. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, covered in white flower, glaring, mutinously, at the stove, as if it were the spawn of evil, which, in his opinion, it was. The kitchen looked like a hurricane had just come through. Everyyy square inch of the counter, stove, and floor was covered in white flour. Unwrapped butter sat on the counter, half-melted, and looked like Snoddy had mutilated it in anger, which, though Swifty didn't know this, he had. The syrup bottle had tipped over, and was all over his hands. Snoddy was sucking (very sexily) on two of his fingers, which put a damper on the death glare look he was going for. On the stove was a burnt and blackened, charcoal-y mess, which looked like it had been going for a divided, circular look, but had failed, miserably, and only looked like a blob.
"I was trying to make pancakes for breakfast," he said, sheepishly, looking around at the mess. Swifty stared at him, that answer being the last he had expected. Then, unable to hold it in any longer, he burst out laughing. "It's not funny!" Snoddy said, heatedly. Swifty shook his head.
"I'm not laughing at you, Snoddy!" he said between giggles. "Just...Well...You can't cook!" Snoddy put his hands on his hips and glared, irritably, at Swifty.
"I figured that out when the pancakes lit on fire," he muttered, darkly, flipping off the stove behind his back.
"What about the flour?" Swifty asked, running a finger through the white dust.
"The bag exploded when I was trying to open it." Swifty grinned, and hugged his boyfriend, kissing him on his powdery nose. Snoddy grumbled, but couldn't help but smile.
"How 'bout some cereal?" Swifty suggested, pulling out a box of Reece's Puffs Cereal. Snoddy sighed in defeat, and sat down at the table, ignoring the flour that was everywhere, as Swifty poured two bowls. He crunched into the peanut butter and chocolate puffy things, and gave one last glare to the stove.
"Cereal beats pancakes anyways," he muttered, darkly.
"'Specially Reece's Puffs."