XXXVI. White Sugar

The Little Martian looks at me over the brim of his overpriced to-go coffee cup

“Hellooo?” He says stretching out the syllables in a very Moira Rose fashion, I burst out laughing at the Little Martian's new look.

He is dressed in black from head to toe, with bedazzled sunglasses, a little cigarette holder dangling from his manicured fingers, a glass of wine in the other hand

While I've been having a find-yourself summer, the Little Martian seems to have been having a retired drama queen summer.

He pushes the designer glasses higher up on his little nose and drawls out

“ Like the new look?”

I snort,

“Yea yea love it”

I try to hide my smile, the glamorous Martian is taking himself quite seriously in this new ensemble

“Want some? “ I ask, gesturing to the double chocolate muffin on my desk, I remember how much he loves them

“ I don’t do white sugar.” He retorts haughtily

I purse my lips and bite back a grin

“So, what have you been up to?” I ask him

“ Been upto? What have I been up to?” He gesticulates wildly

I'm a little surprised but I let him play it all out

“ Do you have any idea how hard it is to find work these days? “

“What are you talking about? “

“Ever since you sold the website, I've been trawling the internet looking for a new home”

Oh shit, I forgot about that. I stopped paying for my domain and thought I'd turn over a new leaf and focus on other projects.

“Did you ever think about how that would affect the rest of us?”

“Yikes. I'm sorry”

I consider buying it back...

The martian rolls his dramatic eyes like a little Bharatnatyam dancer and lets out a long breath

“Ya, whatever, either way, I'm like super busy these days anyway”

Apparently the Martian has developed quite the reputation all over pintrest, he's been doing quite well for himself.

He checks himself out in the mirror and pouts

I laugh at him till my sides hurt

He narrows his eyes to me and throws his head back with a flourish ,

"youre in the presence of a celebrity!"

I grin at my serious Little Martian, I've missed him

“I've missed you too” he mumbles, barely audible

I hand him the muffin and he takes a massive bite as he curls up on the futon beside me.

His designer sunglasses glint again his made-up green face, my little diva.