why must I have these feelings ?

Tour.

Angeredfish's pov

Goodpuffer has invited Mr.FlimFlam over for a tour.
He was supposed to arrive at 11:30Pm.
He's late, it is 11:41Pm.
I'm getting rather impatient. It's not hard to arrive at a given time. I look to the left of me, how can someone be so patient waiting over ten minutes for some Myth 'Hunter'.
It bugs me so much, how can someone be so 'perfect'? With no imperfections shown; not even an accidental character slip.
Though character isn't the only perfection he has; I glance at the ground, how can someone's character and look be so 'perfect'? How can someone's personality and look be so pretty? No imperfections..

Goodpuffer's pov

How much longer is this going to take? He should be here by now; I have a feeling Angered isn't going to- oh.

"You're late, Albert. It isn't hard to be on time." Angered spoke, catching my attention; I got up from the couch we both sat on.
"Don't be so rude to our guests." I scolded him, looking at him softly; watching him get slightly flustered? Yes, that was the word. But that flustered-ness quickly turned into annoyance.
"Whatever you say. Let's get on with this tour." Angered said getting up from the couch staring at me coldly.

Albert's POV (omg new pov?)

Goodpuffer showed me around; arriving at his own room, somewhere in that time AngeredFish ran off. (A/N: or should i say swam, actually kill me for that pun)
"And here's my room and that's Angered's- speaking of which where is he?" He spoke, his voice had a tint of sadness.
"Oh well, well now is the inside tour" He said, opening the door to his bedroom.
On the other side of the door there was a room; The room was messy almost like someone had wrecked it yet so clean. There was broken glass on the floor and pills.
Almost like someone had a psychotic break; The bed was neatly made, blue and yellow sheets.
There was blood on the wardrobe, on the wood; you could barely make it out because it was dried, brown.
One of the drawers on the nightstand was wide open-
"Wanna see something cool?" Goodpuffer has said, stopping me from analyzing his room anymore.
I nod simply trying to take in the sight.
Goodpuffer walked up to the open drawer and pulled out a blue taser; pointing it at me.
"Isn't it cool!?" He said with excitement; I stare at him a little scared.
"Uhm, yes please don't point that at me!" I say with fear in my voice.
"Oh! My apologies I didn't mean to frighten you, I just get excited; Angered says that's what he hates about me most, my energy he also says I'm weird but I don't think he means that, at least I hope not." He said frowning slightly, he put the taser back.
"He's right, you are weird" I remarked looking at- Oh is that a razor? I'm not sure of what to think right now.

"Oh! My apologies I didn't clean up; the bed's all messy." he chuckled; He pointed out the bed.. Out of all things in his room the bed, the only thing that was neat he criticized.
This guy really is insane.