Epic stuff, number 687: Turning all the lights off during a thunderstorm.
Thunder crackled overhead like the static remnants of a dying radio station, and lightning flashed outside the window panes as if the sky was cracking.
Gingka and Masamune were sitting on Madoka's couch, pouting because she said 'you shouldn't be near a TV during a thunder storm. You could get electrocuted!'.
The thunder hit a crescendo suddenly, and Gingka all but jumped off the couch, cowering beneath the old quilt he and Masamune had pulled out of a closet somewhere. The lights flickered above them, threatening to turn off.
Madoka traipsed around turning off lights.
"Hey! Madoka! What are you doing!? It's dark in here!" Masamune complained loudly.
"You shouldn't have the lights on. You could get electrocuted." She stood before them, a chastising girl-shaped shadow in the darkness. Then she continued her rage on society's lightbulbs. Probably going around the apartment building, making sure none of the neighbours could see.
"Oh, Gingka, you shouldn't sit on the couch. You might get electrocuted", Masamune said in a high and girly voice.
"Oh, Masamune, watch out for that little piece of popcorn, it could sting you."
"GINGKA NO DON'T BREATH YOU MIGHT SUFFOCATE!" The boys burst into peals of laughter. Then Masamune poked Gingka and wound up electrocuting him.
"Ow. No wonder your hair's so staticky."
The boys looked around the apartment as another round of thunder seemed to shake the ceiling. Gingka moved carefully closer to the window.
"Watch out for the window Gingka, he's been known to strangle people..."
Neither of them found that funny. Gingka glared at the window apprehensively.
But as Masamune opened the curtains, the true climax of the storm began.
Lighting up the world in a haze of erratic yellow and white, the lightning proceeded, sometimes concentrated in one spot and sometimes branching out its roots over the entire sky. The thunder provided a steady backdrop of nature's drum crew.
Gingka dragged the popcorn bowl and blanket over to the windowsill and he and Masamune settled down for a bit of quiet time.
Madoka came back to find two boys sleeping in front of her window as the last of the rain pattered quietly against the glass inches in front of them, the apartment lit only by the brief and dying flares of electricity from the sky overhead. Wrapped in quilts with an empty bowl between them, the leaned on each other's shoulders, snoring and snuffling softly. Madoka smiled. Nature truly did make the best sort of TV.