(Marx x Magolor) Date Night

Y'gotta beat the devil out of it.

Magolor groaned in frustration as he tossed the wii u controller on the floor. They were playing smash on Magolor's giant screen, propped up by beanbags and empty soda cans on the floor. All the lights were turned off to save energy.

"How do you beat me? Every! Single! Time! You don't even have hands! You're literally just stepping on the controller! How?!"

Marx giggled proudly as he stated, "Believe in Captain Falcon, and he will show you the light."

He skipped through the scores as he asked, "One more game?" Magolor sighed. "Of course."

One game soon dragged on into two, than three, Marx still undefeated.

"Okay. Like, it's really late. We need to stop," Said Magolor. Marx nodded as he kicked the OFF button on the console, and daintily tapped the OFF button for the tv. 

"Well then, uh, goodnight, Mags! I'll see you-" he called as he walked to the door, but was interrupted by the hurricane-like weather that was outside. To call it pouring would be an understatement. Thunder ripped from the sky, lighting the dark surroundings. Marx shuffled away with a wet face.

"I dunno Mags, my teleportation doesn't really work all that well in storms..!" He complained, but couldn't help but crack a smile. Magolor, however, was not so pleased. 

"It's, like, twelve. Go to bed."

He sighed sorrowfully. "Okay... I guess I'll leave... To walk in the rain..." He slowly shuffled out the door, giving him the 'puppy eyes' as he stepped into the rain.

"Oh. My. God. Fine! You can stay. But I'm still sleeping." He grudgingly grumbled. 

"Where do you sleep, anyway?"

"On the floor."

"Really?"

"No."

Marx, having been beaned and bamboozled, responded, "Well, duh," As if he actually knew it all along. Rolling his eyes, Magolor drifted into a hallway Marx hadn't noticed before. It contained his bedroom, a bathroom, and a weird triangular closet. Mags drifted into the bathroom where he proceeded to throw his scarf in a hamper and brush his teeth. All completely alien to Marx.

"You have a mouth?!" He exclaimed. Magolor slowly turned his head towards the short jester. Staring deep into his soul, he took the toothbrush out to utter, "y e s." Feeling beaned yet again, he went to look at his bedroom. With plain white walls, and a few pieves of furniture, It was neat and organized, except for a few cookie-cutter clothes that were almost in another hamper. He felt a pang of sorrow when he saw a shelf labeled achievements was empty. Other than a few anime posters, there was nothing else that would be considered interesting. Out of pure boredom, he went to have a look at the triangle closet. Big mistake. It contained nothing but an alien creature that sprouted a few stubby tentacles as it's whole body, and one, evil, red, eye. 

He immediately closed the door.

With convenient timing, something screeched in the main room with the computer. Marx could hear a groan from the bathroom. Giving him the what is happening look, Magolor gave a sigh.

"It's my mom."

After he put his scarf back on, he stiffly floated to the computer, pushing a button. In a moment of realization, at the last second, he worriedly gestured Marx to stay right there and don't get in the camera's line of sight or I will break your nonexistent neck, to which Marx nodded, and sat in the hall.

"Hi, honey!" Magolor's mom shrieked from the screen. She looks almost exactly like Magolor, exept her skin was a gut-wrenching peachy tan. "How ya doin'?" She called in a New Yorker accent. "I'm fine," Magolor answered in a forced, pleasant, tone.