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"So, Bubbs wants me to hang out today....Ha, not out in the light. He's gonna have to wait until it gets dark~" The vampire stared at his window, walking towards it and looking out. Sunlight made its way into the cave, but not far enough to touch his house. "Unless he's coming here...." He ran his discolored hand through his hair. "I need to clean up then." Marshall's eyes scanned his filthy house. Garments, movies, and various items scattered the room. "Why would he even want to hang out with me? He doesn't seem to be too fond of me as is." He shrugged it off, figuring he should stop talking to himself now. The male slowly began cleaning the house, knowing there wasn't too much he could do. -
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"So, Bubbs wants to hang out today, huh? Well, he'll have to come to me, or at least wait until dark. I'm not meeting him out in the sun like this." Marshall let out a small laugh, looking around his currently filthy house. "Yeah, but if he comes over here, I should probably clean up a little....." He knew the whole, if he didn't clean, he was going to be fussed at, thing. He wasn't fond of it either. He slipped into some clothes other than his pajamas and cleaned up a little. Honestly, it's getting late anyways....And, since when does PG want to hang out with me over Fiona? Ha. It's probably some hoax, or Fiona's busy... A small frown came in play on his face as the thought of him being Gumball's last choice to hang out with, something he wouldn't figure would bother him. Marshall closed all of the curtains and sighed as he stopped cleaning, heading into the kitchen. -
After grabbing ahold of an apple, Marshall sat on the couch, sucking the color from it before tossing it in the garbage can. He sighed and moved into a laying position, waiting on the other to show up as he stared up at the ceiling. "He's taking too long..." Marshall frowned, putting on his cloak and flying off to the Candy Kingdom, slipping in through his window.
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"Well, you kept me waiting. I can just fly us back over since I don't want to wait on you for that either. I get bored when I wait, Bubbs." Marshall chuckled, referring to the other by a nickname he had assigned him. His hood was still up to block the sunlight, and the only thing that was visible under the shaded hood was his fanged smile. He opened his arms from under the cloak, another way of him telling the other to come here.
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"Gumball, an impatient person waiting is like...an insomniac sleeping." Marshall rolled his eyes. "Let's just go." He shrugged and wrapped his arms around the other, flying back the way he came, setting Gumball down at the doorstep before sliding his hood off and opening the door for the other male. "It's not exactly neat..." He mumbled.
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"I tried cleaning....geez. I figured it wouldn't matter." Marshall sighed and walked in, slipping the cloak off and closing the door, hanging the cloak up. "Yeah. I figured you were just coming over here because Fi's busy or something. That usually seems to be your reason for hanging out with me." Marshall rolled his eyes and slid his hand through his midnight-black hair. "I'll clean it up though if it bothers you." He mumbled, looking at the mess.
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"I can tell it bothers you. Don't even try to play it off like it doesn't." Marshall chuckled and went ahead to clean it up. "Look. You don't have to lie to me to be my friend or anything. Tell me the truth, Bubbs." Marshall stopped for a second and stood up straight, looking back at Gumball.
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"Hmm...?" Marshall walked over to him, placing a hand under his chin, lifting his head up. "You what now? I can't hear you when you're not looking at me, Bubbs." Marshall said, a slightly teasing tone in his voice as he looked the other in the eyes.
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"That's sweet. But, I guess you are too. You should be~" Marshall teased and pulled the other's face closer to his before kissing him a second, pulling away to speak. "And, I'm right." He smirked, pulling his hand away from the other's chin.
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"Sorry, but if you want me to shut up, you have to make me, Mister." The vampire moved the Prince's hands away from his face. "And don't hide your face. I want to see it~" Marshall smiled, his gaze somewhat softening, but his voice still held that teasing tone.
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Marshall kissed back, wrapping his arms loosely around the other's waist, a small smile playing on his lips as he kissed the other. He watched the other for a second before closing his eyes for the remainder of the kiss.
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"Love you too, Bubbs..." Marshall mumbled, his grip around Gumball tightening to more of a hug-like grip. He rested his chin on top of the other male's head, his smile sort of disappearing. Love wasn't exactly what this vampire was looking for at a time like this. He only hoped that this time it wouldn't end so soon and left him in a state where he was simply forgotten. Marshall let out a small sigh at he thought, but shoved it aside.
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Marshall's face gained a small, pinkish tint as he felt the contact of the other's lips on his neck. It snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked down at the other, a smile finding it's way back onto his face, hugging Gumball gently.
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"Me too...." Marshall nodded, smiling still.
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"Haha, thanks, Gumball, but I'm far from perfect. Honestly, I thought you were just coming over here because Fiona was busy, and half the time it felt like you really never liked me. I guess that's my fault for crashing all of those parties of yours. That's only 'cause you didn't invite me, haha." Marshall chuckled, sticking out his tongue a little before sitting down on the couch.
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"Hey. It's cool. I'm over all of that. I'm not worried about it anymore. You told me, and that's all that matters." Marshall smiled and looked up at him from his seat on the couch, holding out his arms for him.