Who Ya Gonna Call?!

"I worked my ass off. But I stayed sane by balancing it with having a life."

"I have a life." He replied, frowning. "I'm perfectly happy."

"You have no hobbies!" he chided. "That's half of life right there."

"I don't need hobbies!" He insisted.

"Every young man needs hobbies! I suggest porn, if you can't find anything else."

He glared at him.

"You would. You know, you're really disgusting."

"How so? I bathe regularly, and my soul and conscience are clean."

He rolled his eyes.

"I'm not even going to explain this to you."

"Oh, please do," he pleaded, batting his eyelashes.

Mars scowled at him.

"I just want to sleep."

"Then sleep, little angel~"

"I want to sleep somewhere where you aren't going to watch me." He replied immediately.

He grinned.

"What's so interesting about a sleeping person? I have a book to read."

Mars glared at him.

"What book?"

He pulled out a copy of Alchemy for Dummies.

Mars just stared.

"Get that sacrilegious thing out of my sight."

Laughing, Priestly slipped off the fake cover to reveal a copy of Tom Sawyer.

He just glared.

"Goodnight, Priestly."

"Goodnight, my love," he said, flipping through the pages.

He leaned against the side of the car and got comfortable, doing his best to pretend Priestly wasn't there. Even then, it only took him minutes to doze off.

Priestly glanced at him fondly, smiling; Mars really was cute when he slept.

-x-

He shook his partner gently.

"Mars, wake up...Mars, we're here...Maaaars Baaaaaar..."

When that didn't work, he simply grabbed Mars and carried him out of the taxi. After some struggling to unlock the front door, he walked to Mars's room so he could set him on the bed.

Of course, before he could get there, Mars finally woke up. And had a panic attack.

"Whatareyoudoing?!" He shoved Priestly away upon instinct.

He did his best to hold onto Mars so as not to drop him on his head.

"I'm carrying you to your bed--you fell asleep."

He glared at Priestly before he realized he was right.

"...fine." He mumbled, relaxing again.

He gently laid him down on the bed, kissing his forehead.

"You can go back to sleep, if you wish--I'm going to make some dinner."