Luke sighed and thumped his head against his knees (which were uncomfortably squished to his chest). How did he get himself in these situations? Wait, he knew the answer to that: Asch. It was always Asch.

He couldn't even remember what this particular argument had started over. He was fairly certain slights against his -their- mother had been in there, and Asch may have responded to that with something like Luke being whipped by Tear and how he'd failed -three times- to break up with her (give him a break: the woman was scary!)... To which Luke might have said something about Natalia dumping Asch's 'emo ass' for the male who was literally terrified of her. Then... well, Asch had started it! He had no right to look so surprised!

The longer-haired redhead had, disbelievingly, pulled his hand away from his neck, looking from his scarlet-covered fingers to his smirking replica, "You actually bit me?!"

Uh-oh, the fury coloring his tone never led to good things. Luke took a step back and raised his hands, "Well... you said 'bite me'! ...B-be more careful with your words next time!"

Forest green eyes narrowed, "You have five seconds to flee for your life."

"Come on, Asch, I didn't really-"

"Four."

"Um, let's talk about-"

"Three."

He fled. Asch did give him the other three seconds before tearing off after him.

"Dreeeeck! Get back here so I can kill you!"

Luke sweatdropped. Yeah, like I'm really gonna listen to that!

Which was how he'd ended up stuck in the little cabnet under the sink while Asch tore the rest of the house apart trying to find him. Correction: hunt him down. It had been hours already and his body was screaming at him for the abuse he was putting it through. And Asch was no less determined than he'd been when the whole thing started.

Dammit, he's really going to kill me this time! What were his odds of getting out of here before tomorrow? Who the hell was he kidding? This was Asch: he'd be lucky if it were safe to get out of the cabnet before the end of next week.

Luke thumped his head against his knees again, "Fuck me."

He then let out a very unmanly yelp when light flooded his hiding spot and he saw the last thing he wanted to. The other redhead grinned downright ferally at him, "Hmm, I thought I heard something."

"A-Asch!"

"You were the one talking about choosing one's words carefully, were you not? "

"Wh-what?"

"What was that you said just before I opened the door?"

Shit, how long has he known I've been here? Waiting for me like some creepy stalker... Luke swallowed and smiled tremblingly, "H-help?" he squeaked.

Asch looked faux-thoughtful, before shaking his head -enjoying himself far too much, the bastard- "No, I don't think that was it... Why, I do believe you said 'Fuck me'."

"I-I-"

"Should choose your words more carefully." His original replied before reaching in and pulling him out of the cabnet, dragging him towards the bedroom.

Luke's shoulders slumped. I never win. He peeked up at Asch beneath his lashes. Then again...