Criminal Love

Back To What I'm Best At

"Here you go!"

Flaky had just returned with a can of soda for the gasping thief, who cracked it open and drank deeply to soothe his injured throat. Flippy was just beaming with smug happiness at seeing Lifty take a gasping breath after drinking, still coughing slightly. He caught the other man's eye and shot him a glare.

"You're. . .a fuckin' dick."

"And you're a thief with a bad mouth. Want me to fix that?" Flippy shot him his own glare before smiling evilly, "I'm sure I still got a cattle prod in my truck somewhere."

Flippy watched with glee as Lifty turned a bit pale at that suggestion, emerald eyes still burning with hatred as he shook his head.

"You stay the hell away from me."

Flippy snorted in contempt, "Gladly. Like I wanna be anywhere near you, thief," Flippy had another grin on his face, "Sorry, maybe I should be calling Flaky here that nickname since she's a better pickpocket than you ever were. Think you might be getting a bit rusty, eh?"

Flaky turned pink at the mention of her previous misdeeds and muttered she was just playing. Then before Lifty could open his mouth to argue, Flippy told Flaky he had to get going, since it was getting dark and he needed to get home. So they hugged, a bit too long if Lifty said so, and the war vet was gone, leaving the two alone again.

Flaky sat next to the twin and the two didn't say a word to each other after he left, just sat in silence and continued watching the remaining part of the movie they started a while ago. A bit of time had passed and it was starting to get late, Flaky could hardly stay awake as the movie continued, which was barely half over by now. Without even giving it a second thought, she moved a bit to lay her head on Lifty's lap, stretching her legs over the couch's body. A few minutes went by and then suddenly Lifty felt pressure around his thighs and saw Flaky had wrapped one of her arms under his legs like they were a pillow.

The thief started to have trouble staying awake soon after the movie ended, but didn't have the heart to wake up his hostess so he could lie down and sleep. So he shut the television off, throwing the room in darkness as he relaxed to try and fall asleep in his sitting position. It took a few tries, but Lifty was finally able to get comfortable enough to shut his eyes for more than five seconds. The last thing he saw before he drifted off was the sleeping serene face of the redhead snoozing away on his lap.

X X X

Flaky woke up, slightly confused as she saw her bedroom was pitch black, save for a few rays of early morning sunlight seeping through the curtains of her window. That was weird, considering she usually left her lamp on the lowest setting for a little light so she could see if she needed to get up in the middle of the night. She also was confused at why her pillow was so much more warmer than usual, even after sleeping on it all night. She turned her head a bit and her eyes went wide, her cheeks heating up as she blushed harder than ever.

She was not in her room.

And she was not laying on her pillow.

She was sleeping on Lifty's lap in her living room as the thief softly snored away as he continued to sleep. She moved to get up, only for Lifty to wake up mid-snore and look down at her with sleepy eyes. He was quicker to realize what was going on, his own cheeks grew red as he too saw the situation they were.

"Morning, Red."

"M-Morning, Lifty."

Flaky got up and muttered she was going to go take a shower. Still red in the face, the girl shuffled down one of the hallways and into the bathroom, leaving Lifty still sitting on the couch. The green-haired male rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and then smacked his lips, feeling a sour taste in his mouth. He grimaced and got up from the couch, heading towards the kitchen to fix his morning breath. He walked to the fridge and pulled the door open, rummaging around until he found a jug of milk in the back. Looking around as though he was expecting to see Flaky next to him, but saw no one. So he shrugged to himself and twisted the cap off it the jug, bringing it to his lips as he drank.