“Maxwell, what are you doing?”
I’d draped an arm and a leg over Quatre’s overheated body. “I’m not going to let him go through this alone.”
To my surprise, Wufei nodded. “That might be for the best. Just don’t try anything with him.”
“Wufei! What kind of a slut do you think I am? I’m not into molesting sick people, and besides, everyone knows Trowa has it bad for Quatre! He’d kill me!”
Wufei looked scandalized. “I did not know that and I did not need to know that. What you hormonal bakas do in your spare time is none of my business. I’m going to bed.” He stalked off in a huff.
(A clip from a fanfic. I just found it funny.)
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1066735/1/Pianoforte
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