Flippy And Fliqpy Roleplay!

SECTION 2: HOLIDAYS AT HOME Part 1

Flippy knocked on the door. His brother was just behind him.
They heard some noises inside and the door opened, being replaced by the smiling face of their foster mom.

"Oh, you're already here! We thought you would arrive later! Anyway, come in! Dad's in the kitchen, he wanted to bake something for your return !"

Flippy chuckled and gained a quick hug from his mom, his brother too.

"Go put your bags in you room ! God, Fliqpy you look exhausted, we'll have to put some meat on those bones." she said pinching some skin of his arm.

Both of them climbed the stairs and went in their bedroom. It was a big one that they shared since they were children.
Flippy remembered one time when they both wanted to have their own room, but their parents were tired only thinking building a wall to separate the two rooms. So they stuck with it.
Flippy put the bag on his bed before he fell next to the bag with a sigh of relief.

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Fliqpy fell on his bed too. He felt happy and sad at once, not knowing what to think. After all he could not hide his state in front of his foster parents, and he could easily count his ribs, and all his muscles were popping out, visible like his skin was stretched over him. And it was his fault they were sent for a compulsory break home. He made his brother worry about him too, while striving towards becoming stronger to protect him. The last time he couldn't, now he knew he will do if need would come, so he couldn't rest, he would keep on training this week off too, as much as he could.
The two got changed, and Fliqpy made sure to wear some baggy clothes to hide his skinny body from his parents, and they both walked down the stairs towards the kitchen.

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A nice smell of cake escaped from the kitchen, as they stepped inside. Their foster father was in front of the oven, checking the cake, to make sure it wasn't burning.
Flippy approched the man, making him jump in surprise when he touched his shoulder.

"Oh it's you ! You really scared me, I didn't hear you come in!"

Their foster father then chukled at himself before pulling his sons in a big hug, both of them. He soon released them and gave them a pat on the back.

"Let me see you a bit. Wow, look at them! Strong boys!" he paused a bit. "Tell me, we are happy to have you back at home, but your mother was worried that it was because you were hurt badly or something like that, that's what they told us."

"Oh, we had a harsh mission a couple weeks ago. We figured out we needed a little break to be more efficient when we get back."

That wasn't truly a lie. It was only the half of what happened. Flippy knew his brother wouldn't want to worry their foster parents so he decided to not force him to hurt his pride and answered for them both.

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Fliqpy stayed slightly behind, afraid that his foster parents would see his skinny body. In the army the thick clothes would never let it be seen, but not here. When they finally sat by the table to eat the food he realised something even worse. He wasn't hungry, not even able to eat the food. He chewed slowly, picking at his food, feeling sick. He knew if he ate more he would be sick.

"Fliqpy, honey why won't you eat ?"

His mother asked him surprised.

"I'm... not hungry..."

He said and glanced at his brother searching for help, but he was also clueless. Should he say the truth ? Maybe it would be better if he would but he just couldn't bring himself to it, as he still felt the need to train more. His body was so used to the starvation, he started to feel sick right this moment but didn't show it, and they didn't even get to the desert.
His parents questioning gazes were still on him, when without a word he just walked away from the table up to his room.