Who Ya Gonna Call?!

"I don't trust you." He replied truthfully. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He sighed.

"Fine, but you'll miss out on knowledge! And I'm not paying for the hotel." He paid for his ice cream, frowning. "And also, one more thing."

"What?" He asked reflexively.

He licked his vanilla ice cream as sensually and suggestively as possible, allowing the ice cream to drip down the sides of the cone.

"...Nevermind. See you tomorrow~"

For some reason, that made him squirm.

"R-right...Bye..."

"Bye~" he said, slowly licking some of it from his fingertips.

"A-actually..." Mars replied, unsure of why he was even doing it. "Can I stay at your house after all?"

He took another long, seductive lick of his ice cream cone, thinking.

"...Of course, Mars Bar~ Your room is ready, after all."

He shifted his weight to his other foot.

"My room?" He asked.

Priestly laughed.

"Of course I prepared a room for you--you're my pupil. What, are you disappointed we're not sharing?"

"Keep those thoughts to yourself." He grumbled with less enthusiasm than usual. "Can we leave? I'm tired."

He nodded, taking another long lick.

"Call a taxi."

Mars set out to to do that before he realized he didn't even know how.

"...Can you?" He said, looking to the side.

Priestly slowly and calmly strode to a trash can and tossed the cone; he had eaten all of the ice cream. Then he burst into a fit of laughter.

"You can't call a taxi?! Tell me, Mars, how old are you, again?"

He turned completely red with embarrassment.

"B-be quiet!"

He wiped the tears of from his eyes, slowly regaining his composure.

"Aha...sorry about that. You're just so cute sometimes, I guess." Clearing his throat, he produced wipes from his pocket; after cleaning his hands and face, he pulled out his phone and called a taxi.

"Maybe you should treat me more like your teacher, Mister Know-It-All," he chuckled. "For someone who likes being mean to me, you sure have a lot I could teach you."

He wrinkled his nose.

"You'll just take advantage of that if I let my guard down."

"How so? I think it's pretty hard to turn calling a taxi into a sexual exercise."

"You seem to have a talent for doing just that sort of thing." He retorted.

Priestly smiled, winking.

"Thank you for the compliment~"

"That was definitely NOT a compliment!"

He glared at Priestly.

He simply smiled, shrugging.

"I think it was."

A taxi pulled up and he stepped inside, beckoning for Mars to follow.

He followed after Priestly and sat down with a relieved sigh.

"I'm so tired..." He mumbled, mostly to himself.

"Feel free to nap," he said sweetly, leaning back in his seat. "It'll be a while before we're home."

He rolled his eyes.

"Not on my life. I'll sleep when I'm sure you can't get to me."