Don’t call me that.

{Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head.} Har har. Very funny, Mars, but I was actually in a brawl. Someone tried to mug me, but luckily I won. Damn Sunyshore hoodlums.

Little pansy feelings? Tch. {With a smug look, he lifted his shirt and removed the long bandage that stretched from the bottom right of his ribcage to the bottom left of his stomach.} Tell me when you get something like this, and then we’ll talk about feelings.

Oh, don’t you worry about that, either. I won’t forget.

{Why even bother taking a formal tone with her? Tch.}

For your information, I’m a boxers kind of guy. And maybe you’d get paid enough if any of us had a stable income. That’s why you need to be here.

{He rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. Despite her attitude, he had missed her.}

Awful lot of errands to run for a month’s worth of absences, hm? {He stands, leaning over the table and nearly meeting her eyes until his previous wound collided with the edge. Saturn winced; quickly seating himself and regaining composure.}

At any rate, it’s nice to see you back. Let’s keep it that way.

…M-Mars!

I mean…

Where have you been? Cyrus has gone AWOL again, which puts me in charge and you’re second to me now. It should be your duty now more than ever to be present.