Mao wrinkled his nose and made a bratty face at Luke going all protective over his stupid awesome motorcycle. He expected that reaction, but still, Luke didn't need to actually take him seriously. But that was Lukas Fox, Mr. Misinterpret Everything. "That wounds me, Luke." Mao bemoaned the other boy's lack of trust with mock drama, placing a hand over his heart. "Right here."
While Luke sat with his ass practically falling off the bed, Mao seemed completely at ease. It was kind of weird to have Luke in his room and sitting on his bed, but it was his bed and his room, his Batcave if you will, it'd take a lot to make him feel uncomfortable. Mao lay on his side, his head propped up with his cheek against his palm.
"Well, yeah, I'm all for that, but everyone is all, 'Oh I shouldn't tell you this don't tell anyone, Mao' at me and it's so annoying! I mean, it's like James isn't even interested or something." He let out a disgusted sigh. How could his best friend not want to INVESTIGATE this shit?