hey 
this kinda fits w the comedy genre idk how I got here but 
tension
“I hate you.” she spits, slamming her mug down onto the table– coffee spewing everywhere.
“I hate you too.” he smiles, laughing harder and harder each time she yells.
“Stop laughing.” She frowned. Oh, how he infuriated her. That has two be some sort of manipulation tactic, she thought. Because it worked, much to her dismay.
He laughed even harder, knowing how angry it made her.
“Kiss my ass!” he said between breaths, smiling the whole time.
It was nothing out the the norm, really, they fought like this all the time. They fought so often it was almost as if they liked fighting– in a way, I’m sure they did.
“You kiss MY ass.” she screamed back at him. You know, the longer they yelled the less creative they got. Nether of them remembered why they were arguing at this point.
Silence. Something never taken for granted in this household.
Sigh “God, I’m exhausted. Aren’t you exhausted?” She took a long sip of her coffee. Of course she was exhausted, but she wasn’t sure tif she was exhausted enough to admit she agreed.
“Maybe.” A good compromise. She might’ve been exhausted. “I may be,” taking another long sip.
He rolled his eyes. “Would it kill you to agree with me?” leaning further into his chair, legs crossed.
“I don’t know. What, are you brainstorming ways to kill me?” She sat on the bar stool.
He paused. “Star the car.”
“Don’t tell me what to do-”
“We’re going to couple’s therapy.”