Who Ya Gonna Call?!

Mars stretched out on the bed and rubbed his eyes, yawning.

"Dinner..." He mumbled. "...that sounds nice."

"Any requests?" he asked pleasantly.

Mars sat up and then stood up, stretching more.

"Eggs." He said randomly. "I want eggs."

"That's doable!~" He turned around, humming cheerily to himself. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable and start dinner--you wait in here, I'll call when it's ready!"

"...why do I have to wait here?" He asked, instantly suspicious.

"Don't want you getting lost--besides, my stuff is off limits until I trust you more." He winked. "That, and I don't want you to peek when I change."

Mars blushed slightly without meaning to.

"Just go!"

Laughing loudly, Priestly disappeared down the hall.

-x-

"Soup's on!!" called Priestly from the dining room, lighting the last candle; he had decorated the entire room romantically, from the rose bouquet centerpiece to candlelight instead of lamps.

Priestly himself had also changed dramatically. His hair was spiked and coated in red spray-on dye; he wore multiple earrings, a silver necklace, and many rings. He was topless save for a leather jacket, exposing his relatively shapely torso, and he wore a pair of black jeans instead of his nice work slacks.

Mars himself looked quite a bit different, considering the fact he had removed all of his fake piercings and the gel in his hair had fallen out and now it was all falling into his face. He still wore a dress shirt, though he'd at least removed the tie. However, compared to Priestly, he'd hardly changed at all.

When he saw Priestly, he froze.

"...what...happened to you?" He asked, genuinely shocked.

"I changed into something more comfortable!~♥" he said happily, stretching. "Now come on, Princess, I made you some eggs."

He continued to stare at Priestly for a few more minutes before he decided, "I'm going back to sleep."

He frowned, placing his hand son his hips.

"Why? I went through the trouble of making your eggs."

He wrinkled his nose.

"You look like some sort of satanist." He replied sourly.

He shook his head, chuckling.

"But I worship the Lord, and I spread his message, do his work--I'm a Christian. Looks can be deceiving, don't you think?"

"You're right. I shouldn't be surprised."

He rolled his eyes and finally sat down. Then, he finally noticed the atmosphere.

"...Wait."

"Something wrong?" he asked, sitting down next to Mars. "You haven't even tried the eggs."

"...Are you forcing me into a date?" He glowered at Priestly, looking as if he were about to leave again.

He shook his head.

"I'd never force you. I'll only date you if you ask."

He glared still.

"...Fine." He said reluctantly. "...but only because I'm hungry."

Smiling, Priestly took a bite from his own plate.

"It's delicious."

Mars began to eat as well, and despite his best attempts to continue scowling, he ended up with a small smile on his face. He did enjoy food.

"Fresh eggs taste better." He said, just to prove that he wasn't enjoying himself that much.

"Beggars can't be choosers," he replied cheerily.

Mars sighed softly and he pushed the plate away.

"I'm going to bed."

Priestly laughed.

"Oh come now, Mars--I was joking! You should really eat, you're a growing boy."

He shrugged.

"I'm not hungry anymore."