As they sat in the restaurant, Mars hastily doodled down a picture from one of his daydreams. He knew that he and Priestly weren't real demon hunters, but he liked to pretend they were. He hadn't touched his plate of food, he was too busy with his crayons, sketching out a fierce looking demon that Priestly was valiantly fighting.
He glanced up at Priestly, looking at what his face looked like so he could capture it properly. He knew it was almost unnecessary for him to do so, after drawing him so many times, but he liked looking at Priestly, even if he'd never admit it.
He glanced up at Priestly, looking at what his face looked like so he could capture it properly. He knew it was almost unnecessary for him to do so, after drawing him so many times, but he liked looking at Priestly, even if he'd never admit it.