Mistletoe (kidnapped sequel.)

"You HAVE to set everything I own alight don't you."

The morning after Star had left Marco awoke to the sound of someone knocking on the front door. He had overslept more than he would've liked to. Having not fallen asleep hearing Star's quiet snoring, He wasn't asleep until gone 1am. He stumbled around and threw on some trousers (it had been a very hot and sticky night, even though it was almost Christmas, that was the thing about where they lived, the weather could be however it wanted at any point in the year. So he had slept without a shirt to keep cool.) He slumped down the stairs and tried to open the door to who he was expecting to be the mailman. But it was locked, so he proceeded to zombie around the house shirtless to find the key. He would never walk around half naked when Star was around, but he had the entire vacation to get used to being an only child again. When he eventually found the key (Why was it in the fridge anyway?!) he had to use all his energy to get it into the lock, turn it, and open the door. He had hoped it would be the mailman with his copy of ULTRA-MEGA-POWER-KARATE-SMASH-COMBO 4, but instead. Standing in a t-shirt, Jeans and custom sunglasses. Stroking a very fluffy pink rabbit. Was Tom. Marco stood with his mouth almost as wide as the door.
"You don't have to stand in awe with your mouth open every time I enter your house you know." Tom said casually, removing his sunglasses to wipe them on his shirt. Marco was sure he heard a couple of dogs bark and a few cat's hiss in fear. But he still stood in shock.
"Seriously that's enough Marco, I'm not the queen. Can I come in?"
Tom got no reply.
"Hello? Earth to Marco, Earth to Marco, come in Marco." He said flatly blinking all of his eyes twice. It sent a shiver up Marco's spine every time Tom blinked, it was just so creepy the way that all his eyes blinked at once.
"Forget it, I'm coming in anyway." Tom cast Marco aside with a movement of his hand and sat down on the couch, promptly setting it alight.
"TOM." Marco whispered, closing the door.
"That would be my name. It means twin, in like Greek or something."
"WHY DO YOU KEEP RANDOMLY TURNING UP AT MY HOUSE?! Oh and you HAVE to set everything I own alight don't you!"
"Calm down little red karate hood, I'm not here to eat you, or your Grandma. I was invited."
"Star!" Marco muttered under his breath.