Who Ya Gonna Call?!

"I shouldn't count on breakfast? Or you?" he asked. "And don't just ignore the question and storm off, I need to know how much to make."

Mars sighed and sank back into his chair, covering his face with his hands.

"....I'm sorry."

He blinked, completely and utterly confused.

"...Why?"

"...At first...I was just going to use you..." He said quietly. "...But I like you."

He grinned.

"Funny, I want you for sex and I wasn't going to use you."

"Because you're just so simple." Mars hissed. "Besides, I changed my mind."

He nodded.

"I'm a simple, straight-forward kind of guy. Really easy to understand, I'd imagine. You, on the other hand are confusing because even you don't know yourself."

"I know myself!" He replied heatedly.

"Who's your favorite pornstar?" he asked immediately.

"That's disgusting!" He exclaimed immediately. "Why would you even ask me that?!"

He grinned broadly.

"See? You don't know yourself."

"I know that I find that immoral and wrong!" He barked. "And if knowing myself means that I go against that, then I don't want to know!"

He laughed.

"Good answer, Marsy~"

He frowned suddenly.

"...what?"

"Well, you were very eloquent just now, weren't you? I feel proud~"

He groaned.

"...I don't understand you."

Priestly raised an eyebrow.

"Really? But I'm such a simple guy."

Mars just shook his head.

"No, you really aren't. I don't understand you at all..."

"Do you want to understand me?"

"Yes." He said without hesitation. "I would."

Priestly chuckled.

"There's a great way to do that, you know."

"...If you say sex, I'm leaving." Mars warned him.

"Well, there's that, or," he said, getting eggs out of the fridge, "You could go on a date with me. The best way to get to know someone is dating them, spending time together and asking intimate questions."

"Fine." He was a bit too eager with that 'fine' but he figured Priestly wouldn't notice.

Waggling his eyebrows at Mars, priestly began to fry the eggs.

"So, how's tonight for you?"