|Original by the awesome Cesium.|
“But you and Tulio are gay, right?”
Miguel's jaw dropped. “WHAT?! No! No no no! Nononono! No! Why in the known world would you think that?”
“I heard you two in your room... the other night... making noises... that sort of sounded like you were playing a rough game of ball... without the ball...” Chel raised one eyebrow higher and higher with each remark, and with each remark Miguel looked dumber and dumber, with a gaping maw and his hands in the air, trying to capture her meaning.
“C’mon!” Chel finally screeched in disbelief. “Either you two were fucking like animals, or you were murdering each other; but you’re both still alive, and I can’t see any bruises or cuts on either of you!”
“Well, I have a bit of a limp,” Miguel feigned an injury with a step and a hop; “he got me a good one. We were merely sorting out a slight disagreement. You know how it is with friends—there’s always something that needs working out.”
“Working in, you mean.” Chel couldn’t contain a smirk, which spread wide across her smooth, plump cheeks.