Flippy x Flipqy (fanfic)

5- Make me a Sammich

There was a knock at the door- or rather, someone was knocking on the door frame. Flippy hadn't gotten around to fixing the door yet.

Flippy got up, not really wanting to answer the door. He hated to admit it, but Flipqy wasn't that bad. He was just trying to show he cared- in his own, weird, sexual way.

He walked to the door, but stopped in his tracks as soon as he realized who it was. There he stood, a very unhappy looking Flipqy. Holding up a folded piece of paper. He entered the living room, and held the paper out to Flippy. Flippy hesitantly took the paper and unfolded it. He started to read: "I'm only here because I got hungry and no one would feed me. I'm upset at you so I'm not talking to you!   Now make me a Sammich"
Flipqy stood, watching Flippy read the note. When Flippy was done, he looked up at Flipqy in disbelief.
".... you can't be serious."

To show he was, he marched into the house and sat at the dining table, arms crossed. He stared at Flippy.

Flippy was speechless. '...fuck it. I upset him. Time to make it up to him. By.. making him a "sammich" ' Flippy thought to himself, then sighed. He walked into the kitchen and started making Flipqy a sandwich. Flipqy watched in approval.

Flippy finished, then set the plate in front of Flipqy. Flipqy happily scarfed down the sandwich.
"You forgive me now?" Flippy asked, sitting across from Flipqy. Watching him act so childish was quite amusing to him; seeing as how he has always seen him as a cold blooded killer; I mean, he is, but he also seems to be pretty cute.

Flipqy shrugged, and took the paper and scribbled something down, mouth still full. He then slid the note towards Flippy. Flippy read it: I will if you make me two more sammicheses. Flippy sighed. "Fine, but you really need yo start spelling sandwich right." He then got to work on Flipqys other two sandwiches. As he made them, he couldn't help but to smile. '.. he's kinda cute..'