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"Gumball." The king addresses the prince, sour mood evident.
"Marshall Lee," Prince Gumball regards, smile plastered on with ease of practice.
"What brings you here?"
"I'll get right to the point here, Bubba." The prince scowls slightly at the nickname, but reapplies his poker face and continues to listen.
"It's Fionna." The vampire scratches his head, averting his gaze in preparation of the royal's wrath.
"What!" The prince becomes vivid, and a lovely red. Ok, maybe this wasn't the right time to be comparing Gumball's face to such a appetizing color, but Marshall couldn't help but be reminded of his favorite snack.
"Hold your high horses, Bubba. She's just a little under the weather, and wondered if you had some medicine. Because I'm such a nice guy, I offered to come and ask." With his explanation, Gumball regains his composure, but retains the blush.
Clearing his throat, he responds.
"Of course, anything for Fionna." He turns away, starting towards a set of bedazzled double doors.
"Well? Come along" Raising an eyebrow, Marshall Lee follows.
When they enter through the gold-encrusted doors, Marshall is attacked by a horrendous odor.
"What have you been smoking in here?" He asks, scrunching up his nose in disgust.
"I thought garlic only hurt vampires in myth." Prince Gumball answers with a smirk.
"That's right. I just don't like the stuff." Marshall rolls his eyes at the mention of the, what he considered, politically incorrect fairy tales.
"Why don't you try one that's been genetically modified? Tastes like strawberries." At the idea of the delectable fruit, Marshall nods enthusiastically.
"What properties make you allergic to something?" He asks as Gumball hands him a small, grey clove. How disappointing, no red. That always seemed to enhance the flavor.
"That… Is a rather good question, actually. Why, are you affected by garlic?" The prince's smirk returns.
"Like you care." Marshall pouts, placing the clove onto his forked tongue and curling it back into his mouth.
Not long after, the vampire king is exciting the kingdom, medicine in one hand and bag of strawberry-garlic cloves in the other.
"The stuff isn't too bad." He smiles to himself, popping another into his mouth.
"I must have gotten over that silly allergy." Content, Marshall floats lazily back towards Fionna's tree house.
