First Published: June 25th 2017

Pairing: LAMP

Genre: crack, comedy

Word Count: 269

Warnings: none

Summary: For some reason, Anxiety can only say the word "Sandwich".

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"Hey, Anxiety, say 'sandwich' if you love us!" Roman laughed.

Anxiety scowled. "Sandwich, sandwich!"

"He's undeniably adorable like this," Logan noted. Patton squealed and nodded. The darker side had woken up that day and the only thing he found he was able to say was sandwich. The others had teasing him all morning – after Logan assured him that Anxiety's predicament wasn't something to be worried about.

"Sandwich sandwich." Anxiety stomped his foot, and they could only assume it meant 'I'm not adorable!" Patton was about to ask if he was okay with this when his boyfriend started pouting.

"Aww." Morality couldn't help it. Even if he was being death-glared. "Say, Logan, why do you think he's like this?"

Roman coughed and Anxiety's glare turned to him. "Sandwich!"

"Easy there, tiger, no need to swear at me! All I did was test out a little thing I was working on." Anxiety hissed at the royal. "Look, there's a simple solution! True love's kiss." Prince wriggled his eyebrows and moved forward.

Anx looked him in the eyes as he grabbed Logan's tie and dragged him into a kiss. When he pulled away, Logic was blushing and slightly dazed.

"Well, that was..." Logic straightened his tie and adjusted his glasses. "Unexpected."

"Sandwich." Anxiety's smirk quickly changed into a face of horror. "Sandwich!" He stalked up to Patton next and kissed him, then let go. "Sandwich?"

Morality stumbled apart, going to stand next to Logan.

Prince stood his ground. "Sorry, sweet cheeks, you have to kiss all of us."

Anxiety walked out of the room, leaving them to chase after him, shouting apologies.