Wearing each other's clothes
"...Francis."
"Oui Arthur?"
"That shirt. Looks awfully familiar." Francis smirked and looked at Arthur, looking triumphant.
"It should. It's Ian's~." Arthur raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
"So I'm guessing that you two had sex. Does this mean you're going out then?" Francis smiled brightly before nodding. "Well I guess Gilbert owes me twenty dollars then." Arthur chuckled and looked up. Before Francis could ask him what he was looking at, a new voice interrupted.
"That's my shirt." Francis turned around and grinned at Ian, who was looking at him amazed.
"Yes. Yes it is."
"Why?"
"Because you pretty much destroyed my shirt."
"You could've went shirtless." Ian sat next him and pecked his cheek, making the blonde turn a undiscovered shade of red.
"Shut up. Pervert."