Innuendo's, who doesn't love 'em, 'specially in awkward situations.

Predictable, but fun anyway.

Cabinets aren't meant for men

(to hide in)

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Tyki stared at Allen. Allen stared at Tyki. They both stared at each other. Tyki coughed into his raised fist; Allen could feel his breath on his face. He didn't know whether to feel disgusted or not, It wasn't like Tyki was coughing a cold onto his face or anything. It was just that the situation was so damn awkward.

The two were sitting, backs hunched slightly, in a large cabinet. (It didn't seem so large with one fully grown male, and a boy that was getting there in it.) Why the pair had found themselves in such a predicament was simple, really. Poker.

Tyki had been thrashed, thoroughly, by the boy he was sharing breathing (and squirming) space with. The people he'd borrowed money from were not impressed with his spectacular failure at the poker table.

Allen had beaten Tyki into submission with his cards. Of course, Tyki was outraged and instantly claimed Allen was cheating. He then, promptly tackled Allen to the floor and stripped him of his coat, and the hidden aces in his sleeves.

Thus, the chase began. Tyki with his debt collectors, and Allen with his, well, everyone.

Their breath hitched as another pair of shoes thundered past the cabinet.

"Allen," Tyki started, trying not to look at him.

"Yes?" Allen replied, also trying to avoid the other's eyes. They were far too close for comfort, and the cramped cabinet meant that Allen had to sit with Tyki's knees at either side of him.

"Sorry for uh... attacking you and whatnot..."

"Oh, no problem. I mean, I was cheating after all." Allen said. Tyki 'hmm-ed', Allen coughed.

"Hey Tyki,"

"Yes Allen?"

"I'm not giving your money back." Tyki frowned at the boy who was grinning devilishly at him in the low light.

"Is that so? I'll just have to take it back by force, then." Allen's eyes widened as the gap between their faces... and everything else, shortened from around a foot to a few centimetres.

Tyki was invading his personal space as his hands worked themselves towards Allen's belt. He struggled to get away, in vain, as Tyki's nimble fingers slipped into the pockets at his side, proceeding to liberate them of all notes and coins. Allen groaned, he shouldn't have mentioned it, he would've still been able to pay off some of his debts.

Unfortunately, he'd groaned loud enough to attract attention as the cabinet door suddenly opened and a throng of their pursuers stood, wide-eyed and staring at the sight: Allen was pressed flush against the inner wall, Tyki pinning him there, with his hands in Allen's pockets. The two turned their heads slowly towards the mob. The mob collectively coughed awkwardly. The cabinet doors swung shut again as Tyki and Allen sat, composing themselves.

The two pushed open the doors again, the gang – still there. They climbed out as gracefully as possible. Allen and Tyki sniffed as they patted down their rumpled clothing, straightening their jackets with a swift tug; then proceeding to calmly walk past the moneylenders. Four, five, six steps and they were out the door, sprinting as the chase continued.

Short, and silly. Could be nothing or something.

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