I Use the Term "Missionary" Loosely

((K C: And we're introducing Faust, now?))

[[How about: Faust is visiting Priestly for a check up when Mars comes to visit?]]

((That works~ I just see Priestly shoving Faust out a window. XDDDDDDD))

Faust bowed deeply, smiling at Priestly.

"...My love, how are you~?" He fiddled nervously with his hat, unable to look at Priestly directly. He simply found him so perfect~

Priestly gave him an awkward smile; no one creeped him out quite as much as Faust. At worst, he was a stalker with satanic powers; at best, he was the world's greatest boner-kill.

"...Fine, thanks Faust...you know I'm not your love, right?"

He nodded quietly and was about to propose his plan of tying up and violating Priestly, when a knock on the door interrupted him. He turned gloomy, playing with his hat more.

"Oh, look, a knock at the door!" he said, running out of the room. "I had better get that!!" He opened the door without anothe r thought, smiling brightly.

"Hi, now really isn't a good time--"

Standing on the doorway was a meek looking Mars, who was clothed in a suit, common for him, as well as a scarf and gloves, uncommon for him.

"...Uhm. Hello." He said, tugging at his scarf.

Priestly's eyes widened with surprise.

"...Mars Bar?"

He nodded.

"Except it's 'Cyprus' now." He corrected simply.

"...Right," he said, his expression obviously pained. "Look, I'm happy to see you--really, I am--but this is a horrible time..."

He frowned.

"...I haven't seen you in five years. Are you fucking someone in there?" He accused, before he realized his language and frowned even deeper. "...I mean...nothing. I'll just leave."

Sometimes, he forgot he had once been holy. He had spent so much time in the slums as of late, he felt dirty and tainted.

He stared at Mars, completely shocked.

"...Marsy, did you just swear?"

He turned completely red, shuffling his feet.

"N-no! Never mind!" He said, exasperated. "I can tell you're too busy for me, for some reason!"

"N-no!" he exclaimed. "Just, uh...give me a second, okay? Wait right here."

He closed the door and dashed back into the house, almost crashing into Faust.

"You--get out, now."

Faust frowned deeply.

"Wh-what...? But I was just..." He held up duct tape and rope, which he was going to use for God knows what.

He just glared.

"Get out!! Use the back door, use a window--I don't care, just shoo! And do it discreetly, so no one sees you!"

Faust frowned deeply.

"...okay." He said sadly. However, he really lingered in Priestly's room before he escaped out the window.

Meanwhile, Cyprus waited outside, smoking a cigarette.

Priestly ran back to the door, opening it with a smile.

"Okay, you can--you smoke now, too?" He frowned, wrinkling his nose. "Please put that thing out, I don't want the smell anywhere near my house.

He frowned and put it out, putting away the full pack of cigarettes.

"Are you finished with whoever was in there?" He asked, crossing his arms.

He ushered Mars inside.

"I told you, no one was in here--if you must know, I've never loved another person since you left. I've waited patiently for all five years."

He rolled his eyes as he walked inside.

"You have a terrible sense of humor."

"...Excuse me?" he asked, pouting. "I did wait! And I want to sleep with you again as soon as possible...it can be part of your welcome home celebration." He ruffled Mars's hair fondly.

He laughed.

"No." He replied bluntly. "Actually, I can't. Sorry."

"...Why not?" he asked, frowning.