Studying And Other Adventures

He face-palmed.

"You don't even know who else said that, do you?"

"I'll be fine!" He insisted. "I just got lost last time because I wasn't paying attention, I'll be fine!"

"I doubt you'll pay attention this time," he said truthfully. "I should come with, at the least."

"...Can't I have any time by myself?"

"Not unless you can do so without dying," he replied dryly.

"Of course I can! I can take care of myself! I don't need you." He insisted, glaring at him.

He sighed.

"Don't get beat up too badly."

"I'll be fine!" He insisted, walking out the door. However, he returned approximately two minutes later. "...There are a lot of dogs your neighborhood."

He sighed deeply.

"I told you to let me come with."

"It isn't my fault dog hate me!" He insisted, obviously embarrassed.

"Yes it is. Dogs hate the smell of closeted, repressed homosexual."

He seethed, obviously wishing he could say a few, choice words. Instead, he just glared daggers at Priestly.

Priestly patted him on the ass, smiling obliviously.

"So, first aid kit?"

He smacked Priestly's hand away.

"No! I didn't get hurt this time! ...just chased a little."

"...Part of your pants is missing."

He blushed.

"N-no!" He exclaimed.

"The part over most of your butt, to be precise." He grinned, trying not to laugh.

He turned much redder, backing against the wall and nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.

"B-but, I didn't...!"

Priestly took a step closer, invading Mars's personal space.

"I can mend it for you~"

He shook his head.

"I have other pants!"

"Then you should take those off either way," he insisted, tugging at Mars's waistband.

He glared at him, shoving his hands away.

"No. I'm hungry, I want to eat, I don't want you to harass me."

"How about you skip the food and we both have a 'protein shake'?~" he suggested, winking.

"...whenever you wink at me, I'm going to say no."

He waggled his eyebrows instead.

"But you catch my meaning, right?I'd be happy to explain if you don't..."