Who Ya Gonna Call?!

He nodded.

"I just need my own house. But I still want to be around you. Just not...all the time."

He smiled.

"You sound like a lover, you know that?"

Mars blushed slightly.

"S-so?"

His grin widened.

"Do I get a goodbye kiss?"

Mars kissed his hand and used it to smack Priestly on the face.

"You deserved that for even asking." He replied, but he couldn't resist a grin. "Anyway, I should get going..."

He pouted fakely.

"But your sweet slap only makes me want more~♥"

He just sighed.

"Goodbye, Priestly."

He kissed Mars on the forehead anyway.

"...Come back in one piece, Mars Bar."

[[Ooh, ooh, it's the perfect interval to introduce Trevor 8DDDD Pwease?]]

((Yus. XDDD))

A man of average height frantically knocked on the door to Priestly's house. He was completely pale and dressed in white to tpo it off. Despite the fact that most of his head was shaved, a strip down the middle was pulled to the front of his face, covering one of his eyes. On the right side two tattoos of peaches could be seen.

"Help me!" He shouted, pounding on the door.

Priestly answered the door, rubbing his eyes.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

He slid inside and hid behind Priestly.

"They're after me again!" He squeaked.

He frowned.

"Who the hell are you, who's after you, and have we screwed before?"

"Trevor! And it's them!" He paused, looking at Priestly with a grin. "No, do you want to?"

"Wait, not right now, not while they're after me!" He cowered again, remembering his predicament.

"Who is 'them'?" he asked, much more inclined to help.

"These...things!" He waved his hands frantically. "They...they're like...peaches..."

Priestly burst out laughing.

"What is it with people getting chased by peaches? The world is a strange place."

He sobbed into his hands.

"It's not funny! I love peaches! But my orchard...Suddenly it was overrun by these...things!"

"What do they look like?" he asked, scratching his chin.

"Peaches! Sort of..." He mumbled. "It's hard to explain! But I think they're gone..."

He listened carefully.

"...I don't hear them..."

He sighed.

"I think you're mentally unstable."

He sighed sadly.

"So does everyone else..."

Priestly laughed.

"Not hard to see why. Either show me what you're running from, or please find someone else."

He shuddered.

"I-I...was hoping to not, but...If you come to my orchard..."