Oh that Gully, such a liar. Mao gave him an accusatory pout when the kid pointed at him in an attempt to lay the blame. He wrinkled his nose unhappily, his cheek resting on the desk top, he hadn't bothered to sit up after letting his upper body fall across it. It was a pose of one suffering greatly from his boredom.
"Hmm...." He reached out and stuck a finger into Gully's ribs. He wasn't sure how else to express his disbelief, still unsure if he was being lied to or not, so as usual, he resorted to horseplay and poking. It was Mao's way of dealing with emotions that required brain power. His eyes followed where Gully pointed to the meat-head. "....Maybe." Was this going to end up one of those weird what-the-fuck things that were happening lately? Him, James, Calvin, Tristan, and possibly Gully too?
Fortunately, Gully's distraction technique, changing the subject, worked just as planned and Mao dropped adding him to his paranoid theories. His grin was back. "Nooothiiing...What're you doing?" His tone said it all, 'Let's cause some trouble!'