*cries*
"No!" Ariel made a face at the notion that he would want a plan such as that to come to fruition. He did not want to think about anyone, let alone his cousin - his female cousin - having sex in his closet. By all of his clothes. And all of his bowties. Urgh. The boy shook his head. (Thankfully tonight he'd used enough hair gel to keep his pesky curls slicked back, despite the heat and movement.) "No, gross. No."
Maybe it would work - putting them in a closet until they bang, but ...gah. He didn't want to IMAGINE it. Jesus.
The boy made another face and took a long drink from his cup. He emptied it, swallowed, then set it on the bookshelf to his left. He looked up at Wes and just shook his head sadly.
"I can't believe you would forget, Wesley," he said as if pained. Ariel sighed, a hand over his heart. "You wound me."