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Wow, a one shot that doesn't revolve around Sven and/or Burt. Surprising.

This is basically a short story about how Reginald and Right Hand Man met. I don't think this is angst. I hope you like it.

Hope y'all have a wonderful day, and/or night, and I'll catch y'all later!

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Reg leaned back against the railing of the boardwalk, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, trying desperately to think.

When Randy Radman, the leader of the Toppats, had let Reg into the Clan, it had been against majority vote. He was really young- only 18- and despite having a record of stealing, he was caught more times than not. No one wanted a virtual kid along on heists, especially not one who tripped up alarms almost every time.

Reg had really been trying his hardest, but after a month of nonstop failures and mistakes, Randy had pulled him aside to explain that he'd have to go.

"I like ya, Reggie," Randy had said. "Your enthusiasm is great! But ya just aren't right for the Toppats. Maybe ya should practice a pit more, and come back when you're a little bit older, alright?"

After a bit of protesting, Randy had agreed to letting Reg do one heist to prove himself. If he could come back with something worth at least $1000, he could stay. If not, he was out.

So Reg had one chance. His future depended on whether or not he could steal something good without getting caught. There was no room for mistakes here.

Reg had made it inside some museum without getting detected. Now all he had to do was grab something valuable and get out.

Piece of cake.

It's alright! Reg thought, taking a shaky breath in an ineffectual attempt to calm himself. You can do this! You've done difficult things before!

Reg shook his head, then noticed a big golden chain, with a golden dollar sign embedded with jewels. It was on a centerpiece, which meant it had either great historical value or great monetary value. Judging by the gold and jewels, Reg was willing to bet it could equal a whole lot of cash.

"Bingo," Reg muttered, then carefully climbed down from the boardwalk.

Slowly as to not make any noise, he made his way toward the case.

Just as he had lifted the case and barely touched the necklace, alarms started blaring, making him jump.

Panicking, Reg grabbed the necklace and started running, hoping that he could outrun the security guards and the police.

Someone grabbed him from behind and slammed him against the wall, and Reg bit his lip to stop from crying out.

To his surprise, it wasn't a security guard who'd practically attacked him. Rather, another young man, maybe 19 or 20, with emerald green eyes and fiery red hair, had Reg pinned to the wall.

The young man held a finger to his mouth in a sign of quiet, then glanced around the corner at where the security guards were running around like crazy. Surprisingly, none of them thought to look at their very obvious hiding place.

"Stupid alarms," The young man muttered. Then, in one deft motion, he took the necklace from Reg and released him, then started running down the hall.

Reg stared at the young man for a moment, trying to think around his insanely hot looks. Then the young Toppat yelped and ran after the thief.

Reg wasn't the smartest or the most skilled, but when it came to running, he was fast. He could probably be wearing a heavy gold necklace and still be able to outrun a guy who'd smashed through a window in a giant hamster ball.

He caught up to the thief and tackled him, sending them both to the floor. Somehow, the stranger ended up on top of Reg, holding the golden chain tantalizingly out of reach.

"You again?" The young man said incredulously. "What do you want?"

Reg tried to grab the chain, but couldn't reach it.

The thief looked at the necklace, then back down at Reg, realization dawning. "Aw, you want this lil thing?"

"I need it," Reg said through gritted teeth.

"Need it! Now that's a big claim," The young man said. "What's to say you need it more than I do, hmm?"

"It's important to me." Reg almost touched it, but the young man held it just out of reach, pinning him down so he couldn't grab it.

"Oh? How important? Would you be willing to stake your life on it?" The thief asked.

"Yes," Reg said without hesitation.

The young man seemed taken aback for the first time. "Really? You'd seriously stake your life on a necklace?"

"I basically am already."

"So you'd do anything for this?" The young man asked, grinning again.

"Yes," Reg repeated. "Can you give it to me?"

The young man scoffed. "Tch. Why would I? You don't have anything to give me in return."

"What do you want?" Reg asked with frustration.

"I don't know." The young man smirked. "How about a kiss?"

"What?"

"You heard me. One kiss in exchange for a necklace." The young man spun the chain on his index finger. "Of course, if you don't want to, then-"

He stopped as Reg grabbed him by the front of his jacket and slammed their lips together.

"There," Reg said once he'd pulled away. "Now can I have it?"

The young man stared at him for a second, then started laughing. "I was just kidding! But if you're that determined, who am I to deny you?" He stood up and tossed the necklace in the air.

Reg scrambled up and caught it. He stood there for a second, staring at the heavy golden chain, then his reckless action caught up to him and his face started burning bright red. Why had he done that, why had he done that, why was he so stupid, this person was a complete stranger and he'd just KISSED HIM?! What was wrong with him?!

"Oh, forgot cops were still around," The young man said. He glanced around for some sort of exit or escape route, then noticed the window. "Well, hope you can get out okay, Shortstack."

"Wait!" Reg said, holding the chain to his chest as the young man climbed out the window.

The thief didn't look back, but paused for a second.

"My name is Reginald."

"Wright," The young man said without looking back. "Later then, Reginald."

"..." Was that a nickname or an affirmation? Reg wondered. 

"Later."