Managed to finally update. ;p Warning for nothing really, except maybe language.

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Teaching Lifty to be helpful around the house was proving to be quite difficult Flaky has discovered. He never helps unless it somehow benefitted him - whether it be for food or getting a chance to peek up her skirt - he refused to move a muscle unless he got something in return.

Apparently he's never heard of being kind and generous or ever lent a helping hand to a person in need. But then again, the way he jumped at the smell of food, practically devouring the whole plate like a starving dog told Flaky that he more than likely had a hard life before she took him in, probably only had his own self and his selfish brother to depend on. She was pretty sure he never really had enough money to even get himself real food before her, she knows about how the twins robberies usually ended up in bloody failure, resulting in them being broke and starving until they manage to snatch whatever they could get their hands on to curb their pained stomachs.

That's the only reason why she's been so lenient with his brash, unhelpful attitude. But it's been almost a month and she knows he's close to being fully healed and during that whole month he's been living the life, kicking back and just hanging out with free food surrounding him.

That's when she decided that she should try to be a bit tougher on him and teach him how to be a good guest and help out.

And first thing she decided to teach him, was how to wash and dry his own clothes. Telling him what to do and what to press on the machine, Flaky had left to try to relax for once.

But of course she couldn't do that when not even a couple minutes later she could hear loud cursing coming from the laundry room, standing up and rushing to the room, the redhead was horrified to find the floor covered in soapy water with the washing machine going off, overflowing with soapy suds. After messing with the dials in her panic, Flaky finally managed to shut off the machine - she still has no clue how in the world the thief had managed to make the machine go off like that, but the nonchalant grin he sent her told her that he either did it on purpose or he wasn't paying attention when she was giving him instructions earlier.

It was even worse when they opened the machine and removed all Nutty's shirts from the washer. He obviously did not listen when she told him not to mix the white shirts with the red.

Atleast, he helped her clean up the mess a bit until he got bored, gave up and snuck out the room to watch tv, leaving her to finish mopping up the floor herself.

Making a note to never let Lifty near the laundry room again, Flaky decided that teaching him how to wash dishes could be helpful. After spending a couple minutes of sending him her puppy dog eyes - she noticed that they work just as good on him as they do on Flippy - Flaky finally managed to get him off his ass with a roll of his eyes, blushing lightly and grumbling to himself as he followed her to the kitchen. Showing him how to do it and watching him wash one plate, Flaky felt that it was safe to leave him alone with his chore.

How wrong she was when she heard the shattering of a plate, she rushed back into the kitchen to see him glowering at the shattered pieces as he sucked on his cut finger, spewing out endless amounts of colorful words at an inanimate object. His washed plates were just as bad when she went to examine them, catching bits of food still stuck to the dishes that he didn't scrub off, along with bubbles from soap that he didn't properly rinse off.

She ended up having to retrieve a bandaid to wrap his finger in while she eyed the shattered plate along with the supposedly 'clean' ones.

Finishing up with his finger, she took a step back, brushing a hand through her hair and keeping it there, holding her bangs out of her face. She had finished work earlier and was too tired to deal with the mess he left behind after she had already finished cleaning the laundry room.

Lifty furrowed his brows at her, not sure if she was even aware of the frustrated look she was staring him down with; looking like she didn't know what to do with him. After a moment, she let out a tired sigh, turning around to leave and saying something about taking a nap before cleaning the dishes.

And all Lifty could do was stare at her retreating back with his own frustrated expression, not liking the unfamiliar tightening in his chest as he kept visualizing the look that she had sent him; like she was disappointed in him. He never gave a shit about what people thought of him before - so why did it bother him so much that she seemed disappointed in him, he always managed to successfully ignore and forget those looks from every other person in town...but for some reason, her's stuck in his head like a picture.

He absently rubbed his injured finger as he imagined that she probably was thinking of how useless he is - though inwardly he knows that Flaky could never think of someone in such a negative light, no matter how true it would be.

Biting his lip and turning his stare from the door to the sink, Lifty sighed and grabbed the trash can from the cabinet under the sink, proceeding to carefully pick up and discard every sharp piece of glass. Finished with that, Lifty noticed that her trash was filled almost to the top with various crap and decided that he should go throw it out.

After doing that and returning to the sink, Lifty began to wash the dishes albeit going a bit slower this time to make sure they're absolutely spotless, his finger throbbed underneath the rush of water and soap seeping into the bandage but he ignored it the best he can for the time being - after all, he's been through much worse pain than this.

By the time Flaky woke up and made her way to the kitchen, tying her unruly hair up into a ponytail; she was quite surprised to find that the shattered glass in the sink was gone, along with the plates in the dish rack being perfectly clean, not a speck of food or sud to be seen.

Her wide eyes eventually caught her green haired guest standing in front of the stove, stirring something in a pot. She blinked in disbelief a couple times and rubbed her eyes to see if she was seeing things, she then pinched herself to find out if she was still dreaming.

But when everything stayed the same, clean dishes and the male in front of the stove, Flaky could only do one thing: stare. Feeling that disbelieving stare, Lifty stopped what he was doing and turned his head to face her, smirking when he caught her wide eyes. "Evening Flakes~ Had a good nap?"

She could only nod dumbly as she shook her head to get out of her stupor. He watched as her eyes shifted to stare at the sink before turning back to him. "Did you...clean this?"

He nodded. "I took out the trash too, but I couldn't find where you put your trash bags to place in the bin..so yea-" He jolted forward when he felt another body bump into his back, almost knocking him onto the hot pot but he managed to catch himself by pressing a hand to the edge of the counter.

Thin arms wrapped around his waist as a head burrowed itself against his back, between his shoulder blades. He froze, tilting his head back to catch Flaky's cheerful gaze. "Thank you." She smiled brightly, leaning up on her tip toes to press a light kiss to his cheek.

All at once, Lifty felt his stomach burst into butterflies, his cheeks flaring up, he turned away before she could see; not understanding why he was so flustered from a simple kiss on the cheek. Maybe it's because it was so unexpected, that's why he was all embarrassed. Yeah. He'll go with that.

He cleared his throat. "Y-yeah, whatever." He muttered, stirring the soup in the pot.

With her arms still wound around his waist, Flaky peeked over his shoulder at what he was cooking. "Are you...making beef stew? I-I didn't know that you knew how to make that."

"I don't. I'm not even sure if I made this correctly. I'm only copying from when I watched you make it." He lifted a spoonful of soup from the pot and blew on it before holding it in front of Flaky's face, still trying to hide his red face from her. "Here. Try it and tell me if I did it right."

She smiled and leaned closer to him to reach the spoon. Lifty felt his eye twitch at the feeling of her soft chest squishing further onto his tense back. Does she even realize what she's doing?

Peeking from the corner of his eye, Lifty watched as she took a small sip. She didn't make any facial expression so he couldn't gauge what her reaction to his soup was until she told him. "It's good actually. J-just a bit too much seasoning. But other than t-that, it's delicious!"

"Thanks." He mumbled, watching her reach around him to turn off the stove, seeing that the soup was done cooking.

"And it's a good thing you decided to cook. Flippy called before I-I came out here and said that he'll be coming over for dinner. Y-you can show him how good of a cook you are." She giggled, taking the top and covering the soup, placing the spoon that Lifty was using on top.

Lifty grimaced, the pink on his cheeks fading at the mention of the soldier. Again, with the damn soldier. But he perked up a bit the thought of getting revenge on the other man from when he stuck his thumb in his soup.

"Alright, I'll serve the food tonight, okay?" He grinned, Flaky lifted a slender brow at him, pretty sure that she could see troublemaker written all over that toothy grin.

But she wasn't going to discourage him from helping when he offered for the first time during his whole stay. "O-okay, do you need help?"

"No. It's okay, you just go sit down and relax-" a knock sounded at the front door. "-or answer the door and sit at the table. I'll bring your guys food out."

Flaky nodded and ran off to answer the door as the knocking came again. Grabbing two bowls, Lifty began to fill them with soup, once finished with that and hearing the talking in the living room, Lifty placed spoons inside the soup filled bowls.

Sticking his thumb in his mouth and soaking it completely in his saliva, Lifty then stuck it in the hot soup, easily ignoring the burning feeling; he wanted revenge more than he cared about scalding his thumb. Placing the rest of his fingers underneath the bowl, Lifty picked it up from the counter before carefully lifting the other one and bringing them out to the living room table.

Automatically, he felt both their eyes on him but couldn't help his victorious smirk when he noticed Flippy's eyes immediately locking onto his thumb that was currently knuckle deep in the soup. He kept Flippy's bowl out of Flaky's sight as he placed hers in front of her with a smirk. "For you ma'am." He told her sweetly, getting a giggle out of her.

His free hand toyed with her hair to keep her occupied as he dropped Flippy's bowl down in front of him. "And for you sir." He grinned evilly, discreetly sneaking his thumb out so that Flaky couldn't see. Licking his thumb like Flippy did to him last time, Lifty snickered. "Enjoy the food."

Flippy could only sit there, eye twitching as he stared down at his food with a disgusted expression, mirroring Lifty's look from last time. Guess this is karma biting him in the ass for messing with someone's food.

A hand touched his arm and he snapped his head up to see Flaky smiling gently at him. "Try it Flippy. Lifty made this, and I think it's good for his first try."

"Oh goody." He muttered, glowering down at his food. This is so gross, he doesn't know what Lifty could have done with his thumb before he stuck it in the soup.

He could have scratched his ass before sticking it in the soup for all Flippy knows.

Oh ew, Flippy turned a bit green at the thought.

That means he would be eating Lifty's ass.

"Come on Flippy. Try it." Flaky urged, taking a bite of her own food to encourage him.

"Yes Flippy, try it. I worked really hard to make this just for you guys." Lifty grinned, leaning onto the table to stare at the disturbed male. He was thoroughly enjoying this since its not like Flippy could reject it without looking like a complete ungrateful jerk in front of Flaky.

Deciding that he doesn't want to give Lifty the satisfaction of him losing his temper and his lunch, Flippy steeled his nerves and tried to forget about Lifty's thumb that had resided in his soup and took a bite. He chewed slowly, tasting the slightly salty soup and swallowed.

He glared up at the grinning thief. "It was...good." His expression then softened as he turned to Flaky with a smile. "But not near as good as yours Flakes."

She blushed, turning back to her soup and timidly playing with the spoon. "T-thanks."

Lifty frowned at her reaction to Flippy's compliment, scoffing, he turned to head back into the kitchen to get his own food. "Well, I hope you eat it all." He snickered, disappearing around the corner before Flippy could say anything.

Dinner passed by peacefully, filled only with Flaky conversing with either one of the guys who happily ignored the other's existence.

Lifty ended up helping Flaky wash the dishes while Flippy watched tv in the living room. "Hey Flakes, you want to play a fun game when we finish with this?"

She paused her scrubbing to blink questionably at the male. "What kind of game?"

He finished wiping down the bowl and placed it in the dish rack. "I can teach you how to pick pocket soldier boy in there."

She gasped like he said something offensive. "S-steal from Flippy?!"

He jumped and pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhh, lower your voice a little will ya? It won't be as fun if he knows what we're gonna do."

"B-but, stealing is bad." Flaky muttered from behind his finger.

Lifty rolled his eyes. "No, it's not. And it doesn't matter, you need to learn how to have a little fun once in a while."

"B-but-"

"No buts. You want to try and have some fun for once, instead of just sitting in there and zoning at the tv?" He asked, taking the last bowl from her and washing it as she thought it over.

"Uhm, okay. But j-just this once!" She agreed after a couple moments of silence.

"Good. Now I'll teach how to do it without him noticing..." He paused, looking her over thoughtfully. "Nevermind, since you're a woman robbing from a man, you have an advantage..here's what you're going to do.."

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Flippy was beginning to get suspicious on why the two was taking so long just to wash three bowls and was about to get up to see what the problem was when they suddenly exited from the kitchen at that exact moment.

His emerald eyes immediately narrowed in on Flaky nervously making her way too him with a grinning Lifty trailing right behind her. He cheerfully patted the seat next to him and she paused, wringing the bottom of her sweater before finally deciding to shyly take her seat next to him with Lifty plopping onto her other side.

He eyed the two suspiciously, wondering why Flaky was so fidgety at the moment. But when nothing happened and the two just continued to silently watch the tv, Flippy decided to just forget it and turn his attention back to the screen.

He never noticed Flaky glance up at him before looking at Lifty who nodded his head at her. Wringing her sweater for a couple minutes longer, Flaky finally found the courage to turn towards Flippy and lifted one of her thigh high covered legs to rest across his lap, drawing his attention back to her with wide eyes.

"F-Flaky?" He stammered, staring at her slender leg resting intimately on his lap.

He gulped audibly when he felt her hand on his belly, sensually trailing up to his chest until she reached his dog tags to play with, her other hand sneakily going around to his back. "Flaky?" He repeated, still getting no reply from her as she gazed up at him with cherry red cheeks.

He bit his lip, trying to calm himself down when he felt her leg move, rubbing against his inner thigh and unknowingly driving him nuts at the friction she provided. His hand shot out to grip her thigh, stopping her movements before all the blood in his body rushed down into a place it shouldn't be at with the thief sitting near them.

Suddenly, he felt her stop everything she was doing and pulled away from him to face Lifty with a wide smile. "I-I did it! I got it!" She cheered, showing him something that Flippy couldn't see.

Lifty grinned. "That's great. But you know, you're supposed to be more discreet about this kind of stuff."

"You got what?" Flippy asked in confusion after he managed to find his voice again.

Flaky jumped, remembering that he was right next to her. "Eeeee! I'm sorry! I-it was just a game! H-here!" She cried nervously and held out his wallet that she stole from his back pocket.

Lifty groaned and slapped his forehead. "You're not supposed to admit it and you're most definitely not supposed to return it."

Flabbergasted that all the seductive advances Flaky was doing was just to steal his wallet, Flippy could only gape at them as he accepted his wallet back. "You're teaching her how to steal?!"

Flaky shamefully ducked her head and stood up. "I'm sorry Flippy, I just wanted to play. I-it was p-pretty fun actually. Uhm, but I'll get you a drink to make up for it."

Watching her run out of the room, Lifty snickered. "She's pretty good at seducing and stealing, she could probably make a profession out of it. And don't act like you didn't enjoy it soldie-" He was cut off when in a flash Flippy's hand shot up and jabbed him in the throat, leaving him choking and trying to get air into his throbbing trachea.

"Shut up." Flippy growled, pissed that Lifty was the one that set Flaky up into teasing him like that. Got him all worked up for nothing.

His dark look was immediately replaced with a bright smile when Flaky rushed back out with a glass of soda, she handed it to Flippy who accepted it gratefully.

Noticing Lifty wheezing and grasping his throat, Flaky turned to him with a worried gasp. "A-are you okay Lifty? What's the matter?"

Turning his gaze to the side and catching Flippy's dark glare that promised worse than a damaged throat if he said anything, Lifty decided to lie. "N-nothing. A fly had flew into my mouth and I choked on it." He rasped.

"Oh no," Flaky replied, patting his back comfortingly. "I'll get you a glass of soda too."

Flippy took a sip of his soda when Flaky left the room, glowering at the thief next to him. "I should've known you'd be a terrible influence on her."

Lifty could do nothing but lift up his favorite finger at Flippy while rasping out a 'fuck you'.

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*handcuffs AmI to me* You're not leaving my side….ever.

Anyways, this was pretty entertaining to write. Lifty finally got to have some revenge on Flippy. ;p

Thanks for reading! :D