When Mars Was A Bitch and Priestly Was A Pedophile

He finished changing and cautiously peaked outside to make sure Priestly was clothed now.

"I'm not cuddling!" He insisted. "Don't you dare touch me!"

Priestly was already under the covers, reclining happily.

"Come on, Marsy--it's bed time~"

Mars frowned deeply.

"Just hand me a blanket!" He replied, crossing his arms. "I-I'll sleep on the floor!"

Priestly laughed, shaking his head.

"My dear Marsy--you don't even want to know about some of the stuff that happens on hotel floors. Now hop into bed with your mentor, like a good little boy."

He groaned, but he finally gave in. There was no way that he was going to win this argument. He was sick of even bothering.

He crawled onto the bed, on top of the blankets, and awkwardly laid as far from Priestly as possible.

"Get under the blankets, silly," he insisted. "I can't have you freezing--tomorrow, we go on an adventure!"

Reluctantly, he pulled up the blankets and wiggled under. He was still as far from Priestly as possible.

Priestly scooted closer, pressing his naked body against Mars.

"Goodnight, Marsy~" he cooed.

"Wh-why are you...?!" He shrieked, shoving away from Priestly. Unsurprisingly, he fell onto the floor beside the bed.

He leaned over the edge of the bed, frowning.

"Marsy? What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare already?"

He jumped to his feet, clinging to the wall.

"W-why are you naked?!" He shrieked. "Wh-what is your problem, you homofag?!"

He frowned deeply.

"...Marsy, who taught you that language? The Lord frowns on cussing, you should know better."

"Who CARES?!" He screeched insistently. "G-go out some clothes on! No, I'll just...I'm not touching the blankets, you infected them!"

He stomped over to a chair and sat down, angrily crossing his arms.

"The Lord cares if you cuss," he chided, shaking his head. "Shame on you. Now get back into bed--every smart little boy knows that only girls have cooties."

"No!" He insisted angrily. "I don't want to catch your faggot-ness! God, you're such a frickin' homo!"

He pouted angrily, glaring at Priestly.