Who Ya Gonna Call?!

He nodded.

"Yeah, we didn't go all the way or anything--they pretty much had sex with each other and I played video games."

He just looked the other way.

"W-well...that's none of my business anyway."

He grinned.

"Would you have liked to watch, or something?"

Mars just gave him a completely disgusted look.

"What is wrong with you?"

He laughed.

"You take me too seriously, Mars Bar."

He just frowned.

"How am I supposed to know when you're serious and when you aren't?"

Priestly blinked, surprised.

"...Isn't it obvious?"

He flushed slightly, embarrassed.

"No!"

He grinned.

"I'm serious anytime you want me to be, baby."

"...whatever." He mumbled, sulking.

He wrapped his arms around Mars.

"Don't sulk--I can make it aaaaaaall better."

"If by that you mean finishing cooking, then yes, you can."

He chuckled.

"Silly, naive little Mars...<3"

"D-don't make fun of me!" He replied, a tinge of insecurity in his voice.

Priestly nipped his ear.

Mars squeaked.

"Don't do that, either!"

He smiled.

"Come on, why won't you let me do nice things to you?"

"Those sort of things," he mumbled, "aren't 'nice' at all..."

"Pleasurable, then," he corrected himself brightly.

"That's besides the point!" He snapped. "We're not dating, and I have no interest in you like...that."

"Why not?" he asked, toying with Mars's hair.

"Because we're both men!" He replied, as if it were that simple. "Among other things."

"If we're both men, it just means that we'll both know what to do," he said simply. "Mars, are you an orphan?"

"...how is that related?"

"You don't seem to know much, so I hypothesize that at the least, you're fatherless." He ruffled Mars's hair. "Did I hit the mark?"