Love And Life And Demon Hunting

He groaned in frustration.

"I told you. I'm not going to. Why can't you just accept that?"

"Because it's not true," he said, shrugging. "I don't have much patience for blatant lies--I much prefer to deal with the truth."

"That is the truth!" He snapped angrily. "You're just a jerk who's so full of himself he can't believe I won't sleep with him twice!!"

"Oh, it's not about me," he said. "I'm just the closest person around. Plus, I figured you'd be into monogamy, but it's fine if you aren't."

"We're not in a relationship!" He insisted angrily. "I don't care how you ruin your life, as long as you leave me out of your filthy debauchery."

"I'll only involve you when you want it," he said, smiling. "I just assumed you might want it again--I mean, you were a virgin, right? You've wasted a lot of your life not having sex. If I were you, I'd want to make up for lost time."

"The only thing I want to do is make up for the time I did have sex." He replied bitterly. Of course, he was just flat out lying at this point.

He unzipped his shirt further.

"If you say so, Marsy. You know, I can't wait until we get back--I'll finally be able to cook for you!"

"I don't want to eat your cooking." He replied snobbishly, looking out the window to avoid looking at Priestly.

"I'll make eggs," he cooed, patting Mars on the arm.

"...The answer is still no." He insisted childishly.

"Don't insult my hospitality," he said, frowning. "I have to give you either food or sex--it's a rule."

"That's a stupid rule!" He insisted. "Fine, I'll just pay for my own room!"

"With your body?" he asked, puzzled.

"No! With money!" He snapped. "I have money, too, you know!"

"I don't want your money," he said, still giving mars a confused expression.

He facepalmed.

"...I'm going to buy myself a hotel room."

"Why would you do that when you have a perfectly nice room to live in at my house?"

"Because, I'd rather live on my own than with you!" He said, crossing his arms. "At least then I won't be harassed."

"I won't harass you," he chuckled. "Maybe tease you a little~ But I'd do that in a hotel, too."

"Same thing! You're just a huge jerk." He grumbled. "I want to just...sleep."

"We're almost there," he assured him. "Why don't you turn on the radio? It might help."

He did just that, hoping it would help. Maybe then he could feel less like strangling/doing Priestly.

Naturally, the first song to come on was some black guy rapping about having sex all night long.

Mars gave Priestly an unamused look, then turned the radio back off. Now he was even grumpier.