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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 7:27 pm
Our very first Adventure Time Roleplay!
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 8:07 pm
"Welcome, my friends! People of Aaa!" welcomed the Prince of the Candy Kingdom brightly, dressed in his regal attire, a short cape lying over his shoulder elegantly, hair slicked back as he wore a grin on his face, Peppermint Maid standing behind him happily. It was her prince's creation day today, and she was going to assure it went perfectly to plan.
The prince's eyes gazed around the room from the staircase, happy to see so many at his palace enjoying themselves on his creation day. He saw a large cake sitting amongst the table of refreshments, waiting for the moment the candles could be blown out. Above, there were Gummy People hanging from the ceiling, dazed after being slung so high by he and his friends. There were people drinking and dancing, laughing and talking. It made him very happy. There was only one person not invited, and he hadn't shown up yet. Though, he was sure he would crash the party eventually, as he usually did. For now, however, he would enjoy himself.
So he started into the crowd to greet his friends and comrades, keeping himself formal, but not as much as usual. He wanted to enjoy the party and dance with his friends, hopefully with Fionna at some point in the night.
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Marshall Lee chuckled to himself as he slipped into Prince Gumball’s B-day bash through the back door. He was invisible, but he still felt like sneaking into the back door would be cooler than sneaking in through the front door. As he moved through the hall unknown to anyone else, he watched everyone mingling. They were all pretty lame looking. Fionna and Cake were there dancing, but honestly, he wasn’t really interested in dancing. PG always played the lamest music at his parties. Honestly, the only real reason that he even came to the parties that Prince Gumball threw was because he found it amusing to mess with the pink haired pansy.
As he scanned the room, Marshall noticed the prince across the room talking to Cinnamon Bun, and then a smirk came over his face. With party-pooper distracted, he was free to have some fun. Reappearing, the raven haired male then moved to the refreshments table. “Looks like I am going to have to turn up this party myself,” He said as he poured himself a glass of punch. Of course, he didn’t just stop at that though, he took out a bottle and added a little extra feel-good juice to the mix before starting to sip on it. “Ohh, it is running a little strong tonight, ha, this could get fun,” He mumbled to himself as he took his cup and started to float around. Unlike Prince Gumball, everyone liked him, so now that he was visible and walking around, he got attention pretty quick.
“Dude! Bro! Oh, Man! Marshall Lee, when did you get here!” Lumpy Space Prince shouted happily floating over to him, excitedly. They did a weird rendition of a high five before exchanging ‘sup’s.
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“Oh, thank you...Cinnamon Bun. It’s a wonderful present,” Prince Gumball told his friend, giving her a forced smile as he held the sock in his hand, trying not to touch too much of it. “I’ve been looking for the match to one I lost, so...thank you.” He chuckled softly at how excited she got and patted her on the shoulder before walking off to get a cup of punch. Mid-step, he froze as LSP’s voice rang through the room. A scowl formed on his lips as his eyes scanned the room, spotting the plaid-clad vampire. Quickly, he stomped over to him and snatched the cup out of his hand.
“Marshall Lee, if I wanted you to show up at my party, I would send you an invitation!” he hissed, scowling, lips almost forming a pout. “Now, you’re not invited, so you don’t get to have refreshments!” he told him, crossing his arms, careful not to spill the drink. “I mean, did you even bring a present? Or something to add to the refreshments? No, you didn’t! Ugh, why do you always have to ruin my parties?” he huffed. “Especially my birthday! Can you not take a break just for my birthday, and leave me in peace with my friends?” he asked in an exasperated voice.
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Marshall Lee sighed as Prince Gumball stormed over and started to yelling. “You are such a downer, no one else dislikes me or is upset about me being here, why don’t you at least try to not be such a drag, and lighten up,” The vampire scoffed at Gumball as he tried to take his drink back, but the prince wouldn’t give it to him. As the prince started yelling about how he didn’t get him a present, Marshall shook his head as he looked away. “I really wish you would get off your high horse and stop being such a jerk, because if you did, you wouldn’t just assume that I didn’t get you anything! Because you know what, I did, but you know what, I’m not giving it to you now! You are such a wad!” Marshall yelled back at him before flying up into the air.
“I’m outtie, I don’t want to be at this lame party, anyway.” He huffed before turning invisible and actually leaving. He couldn’t believe Gumball was being such a jerk about this. He was trying to be there for his birthday party. He invited everyone else in the entire land of Aaa, except him. That was already enough to make him feel bad, but Gumball just put the suck frosting on the super suck cake.
“...Brah, that was so uncool.” Lumpy Space Prince huffed after Marshall before floating away too. He didn’t leave though, he just huffed off. “....Drama bomb…” Cake whispered to Fionna as they watched from a little bit away on the dancefloor. The whole party was silent now as they all looked at Gumball waiting to see what would happen next.
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Fionna winced at Cake’s whispered words and watched Bubba’s jaw working for a few moments before he shut his mouth and turned bright red. He bit his lip for a few seconds then forced a smile on his lips. “U-Uh, let’s continue the party, everyone!” he cheered, thrusting the cup in his hand into the air before taking a swig from it, making a face at the taste briefly then shook his head, tossing the thought aside. Fionna frowned at the sight and began making her way over to him before he disappeared into the crowd. She shrugged and began dancing wildly in the middle of the room.
Bubba sighed as he successfully slipped up the stairs unnoticed and hurried into his room. He stood out on his balcony and sighed, sipping the drink slowly as he looked out at the stars. He felt a nudge at his shoulder sometime later, and smiled over at Lord Monochromicorn, running his fingers through his mane. “Hello. Would you give me a ride through the night air for my birthday, Friend?” he asked, the unicorn swiftly dipping down so Bubba could slide onto his back. He smiled and did just that, chugging the rest of the drink he had in his hand and chomping down on the side of the cup, chewing on the sugary sweet as they took off into the sky. He was feeling a bit dizzy and flying through the air didn’t help, but it didn’t bother him that much. He actually felt nice for once.
After the flight, Monochromicorn dropped him back off, and he rejoined the party downstairs. He showed up just in time to blow out the candles on the pink cake and open his gifts, receiving all sorts of things from his people, including a new book of recipes and some cooking equipment. He slowly ate the red velvet and strawberry-layered cake, looking for an opportunity to slip out again. His people could enjoy the party without him. They had mos tof the night, anyway. So he grabbed a piece of cake and slipped out the front door, calling Monochrome to pick him up, and they flew off towards the dark woods he knew Marshall Lee to live in. On his earlier flight, he had decided to at least bring Marshall a piece of cake, since he had been kind of a wad just as Marshall had labeled him. He knew he would feel like crud if he were the only one in the land not invited to something, and he had been doing it this whole time.
They flew for a good ten minutes before they came upon a cave, Bubba hopping off of his friend’s back and slowly entering the cave after a deep breath. He didn't like the dark, and this was creepy. So he traveled into the darkness and came upon a small house. Biting his lip, he approached, noticing the windows were dark. Maybe he was out still. Without knocking, he quietly set the covered piece of cake down on the porch and hurried out of the cave, hopping on Monochromicorn and flying away, going back home to end the party and sleep through to the next day.
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Marshall Lee pouted the entire way back to his house. He was so tired of Prince Gumball being a prissy d-bag and getting his way still. If anyone should be shunned, it was him for being such a butt, even though Marshall really did try to be his friend. Since he was in a particularly bad mood, he didn’t really hurry back home. He didn’t want to be sad and depressing in his own house. As he walked through the forest, he slowly began to sing to himself and the trees.
“If I could write you a song
And make you fall in love
I would already have you up under my arm.
I used up all of my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
But you probably won't.
You think you're cooler than me.
You got designer shades,
Just to hide your face
And you wear them around like you're cooler than me.
And you never say "Hey"
Or "Remember my name?"
And it's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me.
You got your high brow,
Shoes on your feet,
And you wear them around
Like they ain't s**t.
But you don't know the way that you look,
When your steps make that much noise.
Shh I got you all figured out,
You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen.
Behind your make-up nobody knows who you even are
Who do you think that you are?”
He shushed suddenly though as he neared his house. He noticed Lord Monochromicorn waiting outside of his cave. Quickly he turned invisible and moved to investigate further. He slipped passed the monochromicorn and down into the cave as he watched Gumball leaving the piece of cake on the porch. He thought about appearing to the other in the moment, but he decided against it. Slowly, after Gumball left, Marshall Lee went over to his porch. With a small smile, he picked up the piece of cake. The vampire then continued into his house and turned on some music. He would never admit it, but he really wanted to get along with Gumball. He wanted to be friends with him, but they just seemed to rub each other the wrong way.
He slowly ate the cake, enjoying every bite. He thought for a long time about what he wanted to do about the situation, and when it was almost morning, he finally decided. He was originally was just going to sing for the prince, but now he wanted to give him something better. In the last hours of the night, Marshall flew back over to the castle. Gumball was already asleep when he got there, but since he could turn invisible, he didn’t have any trouble getting into the castle. On the foot of the prince’s bed, he carefully placed a box, before just watching the other sleep for a moment. He looked so peaceful and so much less grumpy. In his sleep, Gumball finally looked like a real person under all that exaggerated prestige. Marshall Lee probably would have stayed there longer, but he had to get home. He couldn’t be caught in the sun. In the box though, he left the prince a t-shirt of his band with a simple note. “For when you feel like letting go, you can come hear me play sometime, -M.L.”
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Bubba woke up slowly the next morning, groaning at the sunlight hitting his face. He quickly rolled over, flailing around a bit. He was almost back to sleep when the fact that he knocked something off of his bed registered in his mind. He didn’t leave anything on his bed last night, did he? With a groan, he pulled himself to the side of the bed and hung over it, peering at the floor. There was a box there, upside down on his floor. But he had opened all of his gifts last night, keeping them all piled in the corner in his room. Had he missed one? But it would have been set on his desk by Peppermint Maid, not on his bed. Had someone else been in his room while he was asleep?!
Brain waking up the further his thoughts strayed, he practically launched himself out of the bed and grabbed onto the box. He sat cross-legged on the floor and stared down at it for a while, biting his lip, before he finally ripped the paper off of the box, actually kind of excited about it. He slowly pulled the lid off, and looked down at the pile of black cloth with splashes of color on it. He lifted it out of the box, the cloth unfolding. His eyes examined the graphic on the front of the t-shirt for a moment in curiosity. Why would someone give him a black t-shirt? He would never wear that, especially not out in public.
Looking back in the box, he noticed a piece of paper sitting at the bottom with handwriting on it. He lifted it up, hoping for an explanation, and let the shirt fall into his lap haphazardly. He read it over quickly, then once more, eyes moving slower. “M.L.,” he whispered, trailing off, before it hit him. “Marshall Lee,” he gasped softly, looking back down at the shirt. The smile spread on his lips without his permission, and he let out a soft laugh. “What a wad,” he mumbled with a chuckle, folding the shirt back up neatly and placing it back into the box. He laid the note on top and put the lid on it, crawling over to his desk. He slid open one of the deeper bottom drawers and placed it inside, closing it quietly. He crawled back into bed and laid there awake for a while until Peppermint Maid showed up to get him on with his day.
He contemplated the shirt for a while. Should he actually wear it? Would it be weird to wear a shirt from a guy he didn’t really consider to be a close friend? Within the next few days, he had removed it from the drawer and stared at it for a while before at least trying it on. It was a bit loose on him, but it was comfortable. He quickly removed it and put it back in his desk. A stressful week later, he wore it to bed one night, keeping the box and it beneath his bed for easy access when he wanted to wear it to bed. Then, when Peppermint Maid walked in on him right after he changed into it, he didn’t wear it anymore. He forgot about it for a week, two weeks. Three weeks went by, and the stress just continued to build. He had been going out at night more when he should have been in bed, riding on Lord Monochromicorn’s back to get some fresh, cool night air. he also spent more and more time out on his balcony, the thought of the shirt whisked out of his mind. It was forgotten, sitting beneath his bed in that box with that note, waiting for the day he remembered.
After no time at all, the ball came. However, he unfortunately was frozen on the ceiling for that time, until the Ice Queen impersonating him was discovered by Fionna. After watching the fight go down, he had asked Fionna on a date, acting on feelings he had buried until that moment, only to be turned down. He had taken the rejection solemnly and apologized for the trouble Fionna had gotten into before returning to the party for a while, mingling with his subjects, all dressed nicely for the party. He hadn’t invited Marshall Lee again, but he assumed he would show up anyway, and he was unconsciously looking for him as he sipped on his punch. He almost wished the punch was alcohol, because he was so stressed out over the past few months.
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Marshall Lee had let the days turn into weeks and then weeks into months. He hadn’t forgotten about the gift that he gave to Prince Gumball, but he had assumed that the other didn’t think of the gift in the way that he had. He had honestly meant it as a gesture of truce, but getting no invitation to the upcoming ball, Marshall Lee inferred that the candy male was still mad at him. He had gone to the ball to see if he could apologize to him directly, but when he got there, Gumball was acting weird. He had welcomed him into the ball without him even having to sneak in…. then as if the ball wasn’t weird enough as it was, Fionna showed up in a dress…
She really did look stunning. He meant to actually go up her and tell her that she looked good tonight, but she got into a fight with the Ice Queen before he could tell her. Of course, being him, he actually liked it more after it was all torn-up. “Hey Fionna, I like your dress, it’s a nice change.” He said with a smirk at her as he floated by her. She seemed pretty determined to leave and get out of the dress, but he still felt the need to say it as he passed her. Not too much longer after Fionna came down, Gumball came down too, but he looked a little bit out-of-sorts still.
“Hey man, you okay? I must suck to always have the Ice Queen obsessing over you all the time. Unless you just like the attention.” Marshall Lee asked as he floated over the dress-up male. He was in his normal plaid shirt and jeans, so he was pretty undressed for the event. He didn’t care though. He really wore what he wanted, when he wanted. After noticing that they were pretty much alone in one part of the ballroom, Marshall added on to what he was staying. “... hey, so umm, are we cool? Because like I found that piece of your birthday cake on my doorstep. I wasn’t sure if you were the one that left it there, but I just figured you know? I mean if it wasn’t then that is cool too, like whatever, I guess, I just don’t want you to be mad at me anymore…” He stated to the male as he looked away and rubbed his shaggy black locks.
He didn’t know why this was so hard for him, but then again, he never was good at apologizing. He just knew this was long over due. He had to at least get on a level playing field so that he wouldn’t become more of an outcast. “I know we are different, and we don’t have to be friends. I just don’t want to hate you anymore, and I don’t want you to hate me anymore.” He mumbled as he glanced back at the male now.
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Bubba started a bit as Marshall somehow snuck up behind him. Whether it was on purpose or accident, he didn't know, but he was in shock for a few moments as he stared at Marshall. Once he regained his composure, he shrugged slightly, not seeming to care that Marshall was there. "You don't even know," he mumbled, thinking about the events that just took place upstairs. His room was a wreck now. He took a sip of his drink, looking down at it disapprovingly. God, could he take at least one drink right now...
He gave a sigh and looked up at Marshall as his birthday was brought up. A slight blush crossed his cheeks. "Uh...yeah, that was..." he cleared his throat awkwardly. "That was me. I...I felt like I owed you an apology for...for being such a wad," he mumbled, slowly spinning his cup around in his hands to occupy himself. "Thanks for, uh...for the gift. Especially after how rude I was to you. I may take up your offer one day. Especially with how it's been around here lately." His lips twitched into a smile briefly. "How about...friendly rivals?" He suggested, sipping more of his drink.
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Marshall Lee smiled a little bit as they seemed to come to an agreement. “Yeah, okay, but as your friendly rival that means I am still going to play tricks on you~” He told him playful as he reached over and pushed on his shoulder a bit. Maybe this would actually work out much better than being friends. If they were friends, Marshall would probably feel bad for playing some of the tricks that he did on PG.
As he looked around at the party, he realized that everyone was mingling and talking to each other in a boring, uneventful kind of way. “Man, we should play some good, dancing music in here or something, I mean honestly, everyone looks bored to me. If you are going to throw balls all the time, you should at least know how to party it up as well.” Marshall said before he thought about it.
“Have you ever just like cut-loose and just party, PG? And I don’t mean like you have danced some elegant ball dance. I mean, have you just ever relaxed and just let the troubles of the world pass you by while you lived it up.” Marshall Lee asked him completely just curious. Maybe if Gumball was a little more free sometimes, he would be such a drag all the time.
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Gumball turned red and was about to tell Marshall off for practically insulting him and his ways, then shut his mouth quickly. "I don't have time to 'live it up' like you may have. I have responsibilities to my people, and am constantly busy. These events are the only times I get to somewhat relax, so excuses me if I seem kind of uptight and stressed. Because I am. Constantly, " he somewhat snapped at him. A moment later, he sighed. "You...can play a song or two. If they're not dark and gruesome," he offered hesitantly, sipping his drink. "I have to say, I'm kind of curious if you can even play a song that doesn't terrify the crowd," he teased slightly.
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Marshall Lee sighed a little as Gumball got really uptight with him. “Hey, take a chill pill, I was just saying maybe you should try loosening up a bit, You know, it might make you less high-strung. I just don’t want you to over-work yourself.” He told the other in an honestly concerned voice. He didn’t know if it was appropriate for him to say, but everyone knew that Gumball was stressed out. Somedays, he really seemed one mistake away from exploding into pieces.
At the offer, Marshall got a better idea. “Hey, how about we ditch this party instead, I mean look around, no one is going to miss you, let’s just go somewhere, and I’ll play a couple songs just for you, you know to help you relax,” He replied back spontaneously before he took Gumball’s hand. “I know you are going to say yes, because you definitely needs this, so let’s just go,” He told the other as he started to pull him towards the back door happily. He wanted to show the prince that he didn’t need to do all this, even though he thought he did. He didn’t have to have all of the responsibilities that he was giving himself. He could just cut-loose, and no one would hate him for it. He could take a break without the whole kingdom falling apart.
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Bubba looked at Marshall disbelievingly as he suggested they ditch Bubba’s own party. How rude would he be if he did that! How could Marshall suggest something like that, that he leave his friends at his party? Still flabberghasted, he stumbled after Marshall Lee. “Wait! Wait, where are we going?” he basically squeaked, looking around at everyone to see who noticed them. Apparently, Marshall was right. The party didn’t need him there; they were all having fun anyway. He bit his lip and pulled his hand away from Marshall’s grip.
“First, tell me where we’re going. Are we going back to your house, or somewhere else? I at least need to let Lord Monochromicorn know where I’m going. In fact, I probably just need to ride him there in case time, ya know, gets away from me or something,” he mumbled, looking down at himself. “Should I change, or is this okay? How should I dress? Are we going out somewhere, or will it just be us two? How long am I staying out?” he bombarded Marshall with questions, used to having things planned out perfectly and following them until the end. He almost never had things just happen, and if they did, he had a code to follow to get them straightened out. So he stressed when things like this happened.
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Marshall Lee stopped as the prince pulled back from him and started to ask all of these questions. “Look, this is exactly what I am talking about. You are so wrapped up in your role, you don’t even know how to just do something spontaneous and fun. I’m not telling you anything about where we are going, and I am not letting you change or get Lord Monochromicorn. I am asking you to come as you are right now, or to not come at all.” The vampire told him as he grew a little upset with Prince Gumball. The whole point of this was for him to let all of his rules and structure go, and if he couldn’t do that, Marshall was just going to have to leave without him.
After moment of reflection, Marshall softened again looking at him. “Just come with me, there is no strings or secret agenda here, I just want to take you somewhere you can relax. Okay? I can be evil, but that doesn’t mean I’m mean or what to hurt you.” He spoke up with a soft expression as he reached out for the pink male’s hand again. “So are you in?” He asked as he looked into the other’s purplish pink eyes.
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PG bit his lip again, looking at Marshall a bit nervously as he thought it over. He had no clue where they would be going, and no one except them would know where he had gone. What if something happened? What if the kingdom had trouble, and they couldn’t reach him or find him? “Marshall, I… I can’t leave my kingdom unattended in case something were to happen,” he spoke softly, backing away from him slightly.
After a moment’s pause, he blurted out, “I want to go! I do, but I just have so many people depending on me, and I can’t let them down. I’m sorry,” he tried to explain. “You don’t know how bad I want to get away from here for a while, but unfortunately the whole kingdom is on my shoulders, and I can’t just leave without anyone knowing. Especially after Ice Queen’s attack tonight… She had everyone fooled that she was me, and what if it happened again? Fionna and Cake aren’t here to protect everyone this time. I can’t let anyone get hurt. Please understand,” he said frantically. He liked being civil with Marshall Lee. He didn’t want him mad at him again after just establishing a truce. “The furthest away from everything I can usually get is my room, my kitchen, or when I visit Fionna’s house right outside of the kingdom. It drives me babies, but it’s just how it has to be..,” he trailed off quietly. “But...if you try again in a few weeks, you may catch me in a nervous breakdown, and I’ll be more willing then, I think,” he told him, giving him a weak little smile.
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Marshall Lee frowned as the prince turned him down. “...I guess I can’t get you to change your mind about this…” He mumbled as he started to turn away. It was apparent that Gumball wasn’t budging. He probably had just thrown the shirt he had gotten him away. Gumball was never going to change, and they would probably never become friends. They were just too different, and they would always butt heads. Marshall’s whole excitement level seemed to deflate. He was really wanted to show the pink male that there was a life outside the walls of this castle, but it would never happen.
“Yeah, Yeah, I understand that you got things you gotta do. it’s whatever..” He mumbled as Gumball basically gave him all these excuses. It was really bumming him out that PG was trying to play this off like he hadn’t just completely rejected him and everything that he was about. He was just about to walk away when he heard the candy prince talk about how he never left the castle if he wasn’t going to visit Fionna. Maybe there was more to this. Maybe Gumball wasn’t just trying to blow him off, maybe he was just scared. “...Would you take me upstairs to your room to play for you?” He blurted out, almost challenging the pink male to think his way out of saying yes. “Then you wouldn’t really have to leave, you would just be away from the party.” Marshall added at the end. If the other turned him down now, Marshall would know that it was prince blowing him off and not just him working with his circumstances.
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Bubba began to get more frantic as Marshall Lee didn’t seem to believe him. He was telling the truth! How could he get him to believe him? He wasn’t even really sure why he wanted him to believe him so bad in the first place, but he couldn’t stop the pain of possibly losing a…”friendly rival”.
As Marshall blurted out his suggestion, Bubba’s mind seemed to die momentarily. Bring him up to...to his room? That would be...odd, wouldn’t it? Especially since Ice Queen basically destroyed the thing earlier on in the night. He seemed to think long and hard about it, if it were safe to invite him in. Well, he had been in there while he was sleeping before and no harm came to the prince, right? What harm could this do?
He smiled up at Marshall and nodded. “That’s a wonderful idea!” he said, a bit more excited than he thought he should be about this. “The only problem is, it’s kind of gobbed up because of the stupid Ice Queen. But we can sit on the balcony, if you don’t mind that,” he suggested, eyes shining. Maybe the two of them would eventually become actual friends after this night. Oh, how he would love to have a friend to come visit him every so often to relieve some of his stress.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 8:08 pm
“Oh yeah..., well the balcony is cool, too. You know then we can enjoy the night air,” Marshall Lee replied back before he glanced away at the stairs to Gumball’s room. “Lead the way, your Majesty,” He stated with a slight smile as he pulled his guitar out from behind his back. He easily floated behind the pink male as he strummed lazily on the instrument. As they disappeared from the party, they seemed to do it unnoticed, but in a room full of people there was no certainty.
As they got into the large bedroom, Marshall had to press his lips together at the damage that the Ice Queen had done just a few hours before. There was still ice all over the room, and now the floor was soaked from what ice had melted. Not to mention, a lot of the furniture was damaged too. As they continued on though, Marshall felt better seeing the large, untouched balcony. He thought he might say a joke about the condition of Gumball’s room, but he figured the pink haired male was still sensitive about it.
“Well now that we are alone,” Marshall stated as he floated up close to the prince. “Is there anything you want to hear, or do you want me to just play use my judgement?”
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Bubba closed the balcony doors behind them, and leaned back against the railing of the balcony. He hummed as he thought about Marshall’s question, looking up at the stars. He had always enjoyed the night time. It was peaceful and quiet, and almost no one bothered him because they were asleep. He was free to relax, even if it was just briefly. Turning around, he leaned over the balcony, half of his body hanging off of it as he felt the cool air hit his face, calming him further.
“I don’t know,” he finally answered vaguely. “I don’t know all that many songs, so why don’t you make one up? Or just sing one you know. Something that embodies this moment; something to put me in a good mood,” he requested, looking back at the vampire with a soft smile on his lips. “A song that I’ll never forget.”
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Marshall Lee nodded a little in understanding. “I kind of figured, no offense, but you always play like the same five songs at parties, but I gotcha, I have been around for a long time, and I know a lot of music.” Marshall told the gummy being, before he thought for a moment. “Oh, got it,” He mumbled before starting to strung softly on his guitar. The song was slow and soft, just like the cool, night air.
“Got somewhere you need to be, you’re
Not gonna let nobody slow you down
You don’t have the time to smell the roses now
But take a second maybe
Before it gets too loud
Breathe before your breath runs out
Don’t try so hard
To move past the moment
These days go by
And they’re gone before you know it
So come on, open your window
Let the moonlight shine in
This is life, don’t miss it
What if you took the time
To really soak it in
‘Cause someday you’re gonna wish you did
Like a cool morning
Like snow without a warning
Like how the summer feels upon your skin
Take a minute maybe
Before the moon goes down
Breathe before your breath runs out”
He sang softly. It had sort of smooth jazz and acoustic feel to it, but Marshall sang it beautifully. He had honestly thought about singing a thousand different songs to him in this moment, but he felt like this song expressed his feelings in this moment. He really did just want Gumball to just slow down and live in the moment. The prince wanted everything to be planned out and perfect, and life wasn’t like that. Life was messy.
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Bubba closed his eyes as Marshall began to play his song. It was nice hearing him sing something that wasn’t dark and gruesome. Really, it was nice to hear him sing in general. He had a lovely voice, and it kind of made Bubba want to fall asleep. It actually took him a moment to realize Marshall had stopped singing, but when he did, he opened his eyes and looked over at him. “I liked that. A lot,” he told him, standing straight again and stretching out his arms above his head. He scowled a bit as he felt his cape fall over his shoulder once more. He untied it and almost glared down at it. “I always hated these things. Who needs a cape, anyway? They serve no purpose,” he complained, looking up at Marshall. “Here. You can be Prince Gumball tonight,” he told him, walking over and throwing the pink cape over Marshall’s shoulders and tying it at his front. “There. It even has a hood for some awful reason. It’s like a mini-cloak, which is a dumb concept in the first place.” He ran his hands over his face with a slight groan. Then he sighed, looking up at Marshall.
“You know, sometimes I wish I could be free to roam wherever I pleased like you can. I mean, yeah, it’s a little difficult for you to get out during daylight hours, but at night you’re free to roam everywhere you want. Not to mention fly, which makes that a whole lot easier, I’m sure,” he told him, leaning back against the railing. He bent his head back to look at the stars again, thoughts just flowing through his head.
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Marshall Lee had pretty much mellowed out as he sang out to the world. The crisp night air was the perfect carrier for his harmonic melody, and he could feel the vibe of the song actually breaking through to the pink haired male. It was as if he was reaching into Gumball through his incredibly thick outer wall that he put up. After the song was over, he could tell that the other felt more relaxed around him now. Marshall, for a lack of better words, honestly felt like he had lullabied the uptightness right out the prince. Just for that one deed, he felt like he deserved a medal.
As PG draped the cloak cape over him, he laughed a little. “I hate the color pink, dude. Not that it looks bad on you or anything, I just think it is a lamer version of red.” He casually informed Gumball as he reached around himself and pulled the cape off of himself. He was going to hand it back to the pink haired male on the railing next to him, but after hearing him speak about wanting to have the freedom that Marshall had, he decided he wasn’t going to give it back. “Well then, how about no one be Prince Gumball tonight, how about it just me and you, no princes or kings or anything like that.” Marshall stated before he tossed the cape over the side of the trailing. “One of your servants can fetch that for you tomorrow.” He chuckled watching it drift away on a breeze. It actually kind of nice to watch the metaphorical cape of responsibility float away.
“Do you feel less stressed now, or should I start singing again?” Marshall asked with a soft smile as he leaned up against the railing next to Gumball. With his feet barely floating against the ground, he felt comfortable next to the pink male.
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Bubba huffed slightly at Marshall said that pink was “a lamer version of red”. “You do realize that I am pink, right? Like, my skin and everything. Are you saying I’m lame?” he asked, looking over at Marshall with a pout on his lips. How rude. He watched Marshall remove the cape, then looked at him curiously as he said no one would be Prince Gumball. Well, someone had to be, unfortunately. And Bubba had his crown on. Just at that thought, he felt a little weighed down once more. He couldn’t get away from it.
“Marshall!” he squealed as the vampire tossed the cape over the balcony. Whether he liked it or not, that was a piece of his clothing, and also his fancy cloak for special events. He reached out for it, and missed by a long shot, watching the fabric flutter down towards the roads beneath them. It was almost liberating watching it drop further from him, though. And as Marshall said, someone would probably bring it to him tomorrow whether he asked them to or not. It was silent for a few moments, Bubba not answering Marshall’s question about him singing. He just stared down at the ground from however many stories up.
“You know,” he said softly, “I kind of wish I could do the same thing with my crown sometimes.” He reached up and lifted it from his hair, holding it in front of his face as he looked at it. Then he grinned up at Marshall, placing it on top of his head. “Oh, yeah. It definitely looks better on me,” he laughed, running his fingers through his own stiff hair, trying to muss it up a little since he didn’t plan on returning to the party tonight. “Would it surprise you if I said I have been waiting for a moment that I can sit down and have an alcoholic beverage?” he asked softly. “With everything happening recently, I haven’t had time to just enjoy myself in…” He paused to think, furrowing his brow as he did so. “I don’t think I’ve had a drink in, like, two years. Glob… You’re right. I do need to relax,” he told him, laughing sheepishly and he played with a piece of his own hair.
With a sigh, he plopped down on the stone floor of the balcony and crossed his legs, leaning back against the wall. He looked up at Marshall Lee from his seat. “Play me another song. Anything. Wait, no. Play me a song about...me. What you think of me,” he told him, humming to himself after he finished speaking, nodding to his decision. “Yeah. All about me,” he told him, grinning slightly up at him.
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Marshall hummed lowly for a moment as he thought about what Gumball was saying. “Yeah, well, take joy in the fact that I’ll ever treat you like a prince, in fact is your first name Gumball, because I think after all this time of knowing you, I deserve to know.” Marshall asked after having the random thought. They had hung out, but never in an informal way like this, so Marshall had never actually gotten the chance to know his full name. Everyone just referred to him as the prince or gumball, but he had to have a first name that no one ever used. Maybe having Marshall call him by his first name would make him feel better.
As Gumball placed the crown on top of his head, he smirked a little. “Oh~ I feel so privileged now. You think I could command Peppermint Maid to let me lick her stripes off of her, oh, oh better yet, you think I could get some bubblegum, Gumball?” He joked as he slide a little closer to the other as he playfully flirted with him. Marshall Lee was just harmlessly flirting with him, of course. He flirted with practically everyone, and rarely did he ever actually mean it. He just said it to amuse himself really. He liked seeing people get flustered.
“Whoa, I didn’t think you could risk your super-image by risking someone seeing you get drunk, but hey, I’m not judging. I think it is always fun to hit the feel-good juice.” He stated in a laid back, relaxed way as he floated out so that he was hovering just over the ledge of the balcony. “But if you are serious about having the stiff one PG, I may be able to make your dreams come true~” The vampire offered as he floated so he was facing the candy male as his body contorted so that it was upside down. To show that he was completely serious about this, the grey-skinned male pulled out what looked like a small bottle keychain, and cast his hand over it as it dangled. With a puff of smoke, the keychain then become a flask on a metal chain.
He scrunched his face a little as Gumball turned away and plopped down. “Umm, okay, but only because I am feeling awfully nice tonight, so consider yourself lucky, sweetheart,” He toyed with the male as he tossed the flask, chain and all, down into the other’s lap. He thought for a moment about what he was going to sing to the prince, but he nodded a little to himself. He had remembered some lyrics that he had been working on. He would have to adapt them, but he thought they applied pretty well. Starting a slow and steady beat on the guitar, he began to sing to the other as he floated on his back.
“You’re holding on for dear life,
won't look down,
won't open your eyes
Keep your glass full until morning light,
'cause you’re just holding on for tonight
Help me, I'm holding on for dear life,
won't look down,
won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light,
'cause I'm just holding on for tonight
On for tonight
Sun is up, you’re a mess
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this
Gotta live like tomorrow doesn't exist
Like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night,
feel my tears as they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier,
from the chandelier with you tonight.”
He sang to the other. The tune had an upbeat, yet gloomy feel to it. His voice carried most of the tune though as he belted out lyrics, after lyrics. Although it was leaning on the gloomy side like his normal songs, there was something empowering about it to Marshall. He felt like he could rule the world when he sang this song.
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Bubba blushed darkly as Marshall asked if he could have some bubblegum. “N-No! You weirdo!” he laughed, shoving him away slightly to get his personal space back. “You’re such a dork,” he teased, blush still on his cheeks. As Marshall mentioned making Bubba’s dreams come true, he looked at him curiously. He watched as he pulled out the keychain, the gaped as it turned into a flask. “Do you have that on you all the time?” he squeaked before catching it as Marshall tossed it to him. He eyed him, then the flask for a moment, before twisting the cap off and giving it a sniff. He hummed in appreciation then took a sip, relaxing completely against the wall. “Mmm, cherry vodka,” he purred, a smile crossing his lips once more.
He peered back up at Marshall as he called him “sweetheart”. “I am not your sweetheart,” he told him, rolling his eyes slightly at him as he took another sip. Then he sat back and listened to Marshall play. He asked him to play a song all about Bubba… Was this really what he thought of when Bubba came to mind? Him being free? Them...saving each other? Is that what he meant?
He looked at him curiously as he ended. It was silent for a moment--a comfortable silence. “That was beautiful,” he said softly then took another small swig before holding it out for Marshall to take. “Did you want some, too? I don’t want to drink all of your alcohol,” he offered, looking at the crowned vampire. “Was...Does that song really make you think of me?” he asked curiously.
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Marshall hummed softly as he continued to strung lightly on his guitar. It was obvious that he wasn’t playing a song anymore, rather he was just strumming the instrument idly because it was in his hands. As he was offered back his flask, he took it for a second just long enough to take a large swig out of it before he handed it back. “There, you can have as much as you want, now.” He stated with a smile back at him. He thought about telling the prince that the flask was enchanted so that it would never run out, but then he thought it might be more fun to watch him try and finish the bottomless container.
“Yeah, I think that sometimes, like when you were down at your party, you get so wrapped up in all of your responsibilities that you don’t even know who much you are drowning. You honestly need to just come down a couple pegs on the whole doing everything for everyone. Sometimes you have to let them have some accountability for themselves, otherwise they are never going to learn anything,” Marshall spoke as he hovered over the ground on his belly. “Now granted, I don’t think you should give up all your responsibilities, I mean, I raised myself practically and look how well that turned out.” He playful added as turned so he could look up at the sky.
“I guess what I was trying to say is that no matter what your life is, I think that everyone has problems and needs to take a break from it every now and then.” He mumbled as he calmed looking up at the black night. “...’cause I know you think I lead this great, free life...but honestly, most of the time, I’m pretty lonely… I think it would be great to have a life like yours, where you have people who care about you and want to protect you.” Marshall continued before his voiced died down again before he looked down at this guitar. He slowly began to play on it again, but it wasn’t like before. Now Marshall seemed more distracted by thought.
“...by the way, don’t think I forgot that you never told me your name… I really do want to know,” He mumbled after the balcony lost all sound except the few low notes from his guitar.
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"I think you turned out fine..," he told him softly, messing with the returned flask. He meant it, too. No matter how much he seemed to hate Marshall, Bubba thought he was a pretty cool guy. He did his own thing and was free to live his life and do whatever he wanted.
"If...if you get lonely, you can always always know at my window and see if I'm up here. No matter how many people I have around me...I get pretty lonely, too," he confessed, taking a large swig of it and making a face at the prolonged taste of alcohol. He could feel himself getting a little fuzzy. The alcohol was definitely flowing through his system now.
Bubba blushed darkly at the second mention of his name. He guessed there was no getting away from it. "I don't tell people my name, because I don't like it," he mumbled. "It sounds stupid. I like to forget I even have a first name sometimes," he told him, taking another swig.
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Marshall looked back at Gumball at the the offer. Gumball had to know that if Marshall was given permission to come up to the balcony, he was just going to let himself in one way or another. "Haha, the thought of me being in your room while you are sleeping, doesn't scare you? I am miscreant, after all. I mean honestly, I could slip into bed with you and do bad things to you~. And let's be honest here, once you got a taste of all this, you would consent, because how could you say no to all this~," Marshall teased as he did a little shimmy with his shoulders. Although he seemed to really be dogging on the pink haired male, he really hadn't thought about doing anything like that with him. He was literally just kidding around with him, because he thought it was funny to see him get flustered in his girly pout way.
"Well, what if I gave you a better nickname based off your name, would you let me know then? I mean I feel weird calling you Prince or by your last name all the time, too formal for me, you know?" Marshall explained as his red-eyes softly looked over at the candy male. Gumball’s cheeks were starting to get red from the alcohol, and it made him look really cute to Marshall. It was like when an innocent girl hears a dirty joke, but without the fifteen minutes of lecture for being so grotesque.
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Bubba’s face turned scarlet once more as Marshall mentioned slipping in bed with him. “Sh-Shut up! I’m a prince! I can’t be caught in bed with you!” he squeaked. “You wouldn’t do that, anyway! Because you may act mean and stuff, but you wouldn’t do something that p-private with someone without their consent in the first place,” he counterattacked, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting once more with a huff. “I know you, Marshall Lee. You’re a good person, even if you want to pretend you’re not,” he told him in a snobby way, before drinking some more from the flask.
After swallowing the drink, he recapped the flask and messed with it, running his fingers over the subtle designs over the metal, thinking about if he should tell Marshall his name or not. He was likely to make fun of him, and Bubba really didn’t want that. He glanced up at Marshall, who was giving him that look. Bubba was used to dealing with his subjects giving him puppy eyes, but this was different. He seemed genuine with his words, and it made Bubba sigh. “Fine… Fine, my name’s...Bubba..,” he mumbled, looking back down at the flask in his lap. He uncapped it once more, taking a few large gulps from it then recapping it, giving a little hiccup and covering his mouth with a blush.
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Marshall bursted into a small fit of laughter as he watched the other’s face flare up into a beautiful deep red. “I think you underestimate just how evil I can be.” He countered back with a small smirk as he watched Gumball try and drown the fact that he was embarrassed in the vodka. “I kill people all the time, what would stop me from hurting you? I mean you are practically defenseless, even right now,” He informed the pink haired prince as he slid closer to him. “Honest, I think that everyone that is not scared of me, should be for their own safety, I’m pretty bad.” He added in a matter-of-fact tone as he looked up at the sky again, but now he was floating next to Gumball.
They stayed there in a quiet peace as Gumball thought and Marshall looked up at the stars. There was something nice about just being with Gumball whether they were talking or not. It was nice to have someone to hang out with through the night for once. Marshall glanced over at Gumball, when he finally did say his name. The vampire had really thought that he wasn’t going to tell him, and that it was pretty much a lost cause… but then the prince actually told him his real name. “... I like it, I think it makes you sound approachable.” He spoke up after a moment, before he reached over and took the vodka from him. He had already gotten his large gulps, but Marshall felt the need to cut him off now.
“You feeling tipsy, yet? You definitely look it,”He asked as he took another sip himself. After getting his last sip, he waved his hand over the flask and mumbled something. With another puff of smoke, the flask was now back to be the small keychain with the bottle at the end of it.
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Bubba felt oddly at ease just sitting there beside Marshall silently, relaxed. He hadn't felt this free in a long, long time.
He looked over at Marshall as he complimented his name. "Really? You're not gonna make fun of me now? Well, anymore than you usually do? I'd make fun of me," he told him softly then leaned over and rested his head on Marshall's shoulder.
"Yeah. I can feel it. It's been a long time since I've been this relaxed," he told him. "I probably can't really stand up very well right now. I may have drank a little too much," he said with a little laugh. He watched Marshall change the flask back into a keychain. "How d'you do that?" He asked, taking the flask back and waved his hand over it like Marshall did, pouting when it wouldn't work. "I don't understand."
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Marshall glanced back away when Bubba started talking about how he would even make fun of himself. “Well you know what they said, we are more harsh with ourselves than we are with other people. Maybe you think that your name is worse than it actually is. I mean I like it. I think it means brother, and you are kind of like a brother to everyone, so it fits.” Marshall told him to try and make him feel better. He seemed to be really down about his name, when it really wasn’t as bad as he was making it seem.
“It’s this little thing I like to call Magic~, but you aren’t going to get it to response, it only works with demons. It was given to me by my mother a long time ago, and I just keep it around now, because it reminds me of where I came from, plus it’s you know magical. I mean I think that makes it at least worth keeping around.” Marshall Lee told Gumball, although he still omitted the fact that he later had it, too. “Sorry, by the way, I’m cutting you off,” He specifically informed PG just so there was no-misunderstandings. He wasn’t going to change the bottle back again no matter how much Gumball begged. It was for the best, and the prince hadn’t even finished processing the alcohol he drank before, not to mention he probably didn’t have anything on his stomach either so he alcohol was going to kick in faster.
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Bubba pouted more when Marshall said he was cutting him off. "But its so yummy," he whined, tossing it back over into Marshall's lap. He hummed as he let a deep breath escape him.
"We should do this more often. It's fun," he told him with a slight slur to his voice. "You're fun. Maybe I can get away from here for a night or day or something and we can go someplace else. Maybe your house. I...I can say I'm going on a trip for princely duties. They won't miss me for a day, right?" He said, looking up at Marshall from his place on his shoulder. Pondering his own words, he then asked, "Do you feel like I'm a brother to you?"
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Marshall laughed a little at Gumball’s drunken antics as he glanced over at him. He hadn’t really noticed it before, but the other was really close to him. He could smell the cherry vodka on his breath and he could smell his bubblegum flesh up against him. Normally Marshall could just ignore these details, but now he was buzzed, possibly a little drunk.
“Yeah, I like this side of you much better than who you try and make the the kingdom think you are.” Marshall spoke softly as he looked down at the candy male as he slightly floated above the ground next to him. “We can do whatever makes you happy,” he told him after hearing him ramble on a little bit. “I don’t know, I kind of think of you as more of a brother, but yeah, I would definitely a brother.” The vampire whispered back as he looked up at the stars. It was so pretty out tonight. It was a good night to sit out on the balcony.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 8:29 pm
"Mm-mm. Wrong answer. Friendly rivals, remember?" He said softly, looking up at the stars as well. It was comfortably silent again as they sat there together, enjoying the breeze and the cool night air. Bubba found himself dozing as the silence wore on.
"Y'know...I think i'd like it if we were friends," he mumbled. "Would you like that? I think it would be fun. We could hang out and stuff, and I could cook you all the red velvet cupcakes you could eat. Wait, did you like the cake? I didn't even ask. I like my shirt. I wear it to bed sometimes, but not recently. Peppermint Maid caught me wearing it, so I put it away. I think I'll wear it tonight," he rambled happily
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 5:59 am
Marshall rolled his eyes a little as Gumball told him that they were still friendly rivals. "Yeah, It was so weird to think of the guy that is laying on me as more than a friendly rival, how silly of me." Marshall sarcastically joked before he started to get up. PG probably needed to go get something to eat or get some coffee in him before he got really hungover tomorrow.
As the vampire got up, he pulled the pink male with him so that they were both upright. "Come on, why don't we try and get you something to eat," He told him as he let him continue to ramble on. Marshall wasn't trying to be mean, but he honestly had no idea what he was carrying on about anymore. He tried to lead the male off of the balcony, but couldn't get him to walk with him. So Marshall Lee just picked Bubba up bridal style to carry him as he floated. "What shirt are you talking about, Gumball?"He asked hearing him say something about a shirt. He didn't say the one that Marshall gave him, but it sounded like it was causing quite the commotion.
As Marshall walked back into the room, he remembered very quickly that not only was there a party going on down stairs, but the prince's room was destroyed. "Well actually, maybe you coming over to my place wouldn't be such a bad idea, I mean your room is trashed and I don't mind the company. Why don't you help me pack you a bag." He said as he set the other down on the only dry part of the bed. Almost everything in the room was quite literally soaked with water from ice or was still frozen. "and don't worry about if it is wet, we can dry them when we get there." He added after glancing around the room again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 8:47 am
"Nooo," Bubba whined as Marshall lifted him up, flailing weakly. "No, lemme walk! I can walk!" he argued until he was sat down on his bed. He pouted, crossing his arms as he huffed. At the mention of the shirt, though, he perked up. "Ooh! This shirt! My favorite shirt!" he said happily, falling off of the bed onto the floor with a grunt. He just as quickly began crawling to the other side of the bed and dug beneath it, procuring a box. The box Marshall's shirt came in.
"Oh no! It's all wet!" he cried, upset like it had caught on fire and burned to death. He pulled the lid off of the box and lifted the shirt out of the box. "It got wet, but I think it'll be okay," he mumbled to himself, tossing the shirt on top of his head as he leaned down and reached into the box once more. He pulled out a soggy piece of paper with a bit of handwriting on it. "But the note's ruined! Aww..," he whined, stumbling over to his desk and laying it out gently so he didn't rip it. He sloppily turned a desk lamp he had down on it and turned the light on so it would dry the paper out. "Maybe that'll help..," he mumbled then slumped back down on his bottom, looking up at Marshall, t-shirt still on top of his head. He looked back down into the box and gasped, looking around wildly. "Wait, where'd my shirt go?!" he cried in alarm.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 9:58 am
Marshall cocked an eyebrow as he watched the drunk teen start talking about the shirt again, then before Marshall could stop him, he was under the bed digging for something. "Hey, wait, you probably should probably try and not move around so much. You are going to hurt yourself." Marshall Lee spoke up worriedly as he moved over to the bed. With pressed lip, he watched as PG opened the familiar box. He felt so confused as he watched the candy prince pull out the shirt that Marshall had gotten for him. "...I...I thought you honestly just threw that away, I mean, you didn't seem to like it... I thought you were just saying you liked it before trying to be nice. I didn't know that you liked it this much," He mumbled almost in awe as he just stared blankly at the male. Not that Bubba really noticed since he was distracted, but Marshall really looked puzzled by Gumball's love for the shirt. He even wanted to dry the note he gave him.
"....You are so adorable."He spoke up to him as he heard him ask where the shirt went. The vampire then floated over to him and pulled the shirt from off the top of his head. "Don't worry about the note, okay? I can always right you a new one. So come on, if you are going to make it to my house anytime soon, we got leave in the next couple of minutes, because I am going to have to fly slower with you or we will have to walk which will also take forever." Marshall Lee informed the prince as he looked at him with a soft expression. "What else do you want to pack?" He asked after a moment to remind the other what exactly he was supposed to be doing.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 7:25 pm
"Oh, oops," Bubba giggled as Marshall pulled it off of his head. "I liked that note, though. It reminds me that...that I can get away from all of everything," he explained drunkenly as he used Marshall as a base to help him stand. "Ooh! My toothbrush! I need my toothbrush!" he cheered, stumbling to the bathroom and knocking a few things over as he searched for his toothbrush and toothpaste. "A-ha! Found 'em!" he said happily, holding them both up in victory. "An'...an' I need...underwear! An' fancy clothes!" he said, basically shouting out each item and tossing them on his bed as he passed it by.
Clumsily, and with the help of Marshall Lee, he gathered his things and shoved them all into a bag haphazardly. "Ooh, ooh, I need ta leave Peppermint Maid a note so she doesn't fffffflip her s**t," he said, stumbling slightly as he made it to his desk. He plopped down into his seat and dug for a piece of paper, writing a sloppy note explaining he would be staying at Fionna's tonight due to his destroyed room, and he would be back in the morning. "Oh, look! It dried!" he said happily, picking up the now-stiff note from Marshall Lee. He turned off his lamp and slid the note into a drawer in his desk, then stood slowly, reaching out for Marshall to steady him. "'M...'M ready to go now!" he told him loudly.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 1:32 pm
As Marshall watched the other stumble around his own room collecting things before piling them a slightly damp part of his bed, he made the revelation that he was much to sober to be around Bubblegum when he was this drunk. So as he watched the pink male move about the room, he pulled out the keychain again and began slipping on the reformed flask. He did well to keep the flask out of sight of the other as he helped him pack a bag, but he still continued to drink out of the whole time he was helping.
"A note would probably be a good idea," He told him off-handedly before he took a particularly big gulp out of flask. He then put it away though, seeing as it really didn't take long for Bubba to finish with his note. "That's good, do you mind if we fly there? I mean I will have to carry you, but it'll be much faster than walking."Marshall asked him as he thought about it. He didn't live too far out, but it was pretty far by foot. He just had the luxury of being able to fly.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 5:28 pm
Bubba hummed as he haphazardly skin his bag over his shoulder. "Umm...I guess tha's okay. I...I might puke on the way," he told him, trying to keep himself standing straight as he wobbled.
"On one condition, though!" He practically shouted suddenly. "I c'n have more to drink when we get there!" He said, a huge grin plastered across his face. "'Cuz it's sooo good. Pleaaaase?" He practically begged, pout on his lips.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 7:42 pm
Marshall's face scruched into a face of discontent as Bubblegum mentioned he might puke on the way over. "Ugh, I am not carrying you then. I am going to puke, if you puke on me. That is just gross." Marshall stated as he floated up and over to him. "It's cool though, I can just carry you by your shirt just as well. I'm big and strong." Marshall commented with a small laugh as he moved to pick the pink male up. It was then that Marshall about had a heart attack at Bubblegum's outburst. "Jeez, why are you yelling?" He asked as he pressed one hand to his chest. If he wasn't dead before, he was definitely dead now. If it had been anyone else making the outburst, Marshall probably wouldn't have been so freaked out. Bubba just never raised his tone like he just did unless he was mad. Marshall was honestly worried that the other was mad at him again. The vampire sighed though after processing what he was asking. "How about we see if you puke on the way over, if you don't puke then you can have more, otherwise, I am cutting you off. You are going to give yourself alcohol poisoning if you continue to drink after you throw up." The vampired stated to him before picking him up by the back of his shirt easily.
"Here we go," He stated as he set off out the balcony keeping a good grip on him. He didn't want to drop his new friend. It took about fifteen minutes to flew back to his house, but it overall wasn't the worst trip he had ever had trying to fly someone somewhere. "Home, Sweet, Home," He stated softly as he landed inside his cave in front of his house. "Now just so you know, you are not allow to puke anywhere other than the bathroom, it'll take an eternity to get the smell of puke out of my house if you puke on the floor or furniture."Marshall warned him as he opened the door and flicked on the light switch. The bachelor pad he had set up looked pretty much untouch almost since he didn't really sit on anything.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 7:59 pm
Bubba was a little uncomfortable and unsure about Marshall carrying him by his shirt. As soon as he was lifted off of the ground and they began flying through the air, his stomach fluttered up so bad he did think he was going to puke. But then he forced himself to relax and just enjoy the breeze as they swept through it.
When they landed, Bubba steadied himself on his feet and grinned at Marshall Lee. "Tha' was so cool!" he shouted happily, following the vampire into his home. He hobbled around, looking at everything. Then he plopped down on the couch and snuggled into it. "Marshallll, why does your couch smell musty? Don't you ever sit on it? It's all dusty and stuff," he whined, still curled up on it. He practically shot straight up not a few seconds later, eyes wide and mischievous. "I didn't puke! I get some more!" he shouted gleefully, clapping his hands slightly. "You made a deal! You said I could have more!" he told him, pointing a little crookedly at him since his depth perception was off.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 8:20 pm
Marshall laughed a little as Bubba walked over and sat on his couch. "...no, I don't sit on anything really... I just kind of float, if you haven't noticed before, I kind of never really touch the ground, it's a vampire thing." Marshall Lee stated with a shrug. He didn't really know why it was like that, but he couldn't remember the last time he touched the ground without being thrown down or something. The vampire raised an eyebrow at the sudden alertness from the prince. "oh, yeah, well, come up, if we are going to drink more, I think we should go upstairs, so you don't pass out and make me carry you up stairs," Marshall stated as he reached out his hand towards the male and lead him up to the ladder off to the corner.
His room upstairs looked a lot more lived in, but the bed was the same way as the couch. It looked unslept on. The blanket looked distrubed, but the bed looked like it hadn't been touched in decades. "Well, this it, this is my lavish room, what do you think?" He asked as he glanced around at the piles of clothes and his disorganization. It wasn't terrible by any means, but it was still kind of messy. The room had a game corner with a couch and tv set up, his bed, and a closet, but other than that there wasn't much more to it. The room had an overall dark theme to it though. There was melted candles on the wall, and skulls decorating the wall. He had three-head bear rug under his bed as well as a few other dark rugs covering the floor. It was a pretty dark and depressing room.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 11:45 am
Bubba somehow made it up the ladder with Marshall, rolling onto the floor as he made it to his bedroom. Flat on his back, he looked around the room that he had landed in. Slowly, he pushed himself up into a sitting position and looked around, a little dazed.
"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully as he looked around. "I think it needs something to brighten up the place!" he said with a grin, looking up at him. He pulled himself to his feet and steadied himself on the wall. Then he pushed himself off of it and stumbled over to the bed, flopping down on it and rolling over with a laugh. "You should really lay on your bed sometimes. It's reaaaally comfy," he practically moaned, body completely relaxing as he looked over at Marshall lazily, a smile on his lips.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 12:18 pm
Marshall laughed a little at him. "Oh yeah, what would you do to bright it up? Candify it?" He asked playful before he floated over to the bed with him. Easily, he floated up and hovered over his bed with his legs cross. "Hmm, I'll take your word, I think honestly air is the nice thing you can lay on, I mean it is honestly like the best mattress ever." The vampire commented before he pulled out the flask like he had agreed and took a big sip. "Now are you sure you want some more, I mean you seem pretty far gone, I mean honestly I could probaby take advantage of you as is and you would never know, drinking more alcohol will only make it worse," Marshall warned him. Marshall Lee probably should have told him no in the first place, but in his mind, Bubblegum was practically an adult, Marshall really shouldn't be babying him.
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