Marshall spent the next six hours looking for a medicine man with Fionna because Cake ate some bad tuna. It would have been boring but it turns out that the medicine man calls the Exploding Mountains of Death his home. They returned with a few burns and scrapes but ended up bringing Cake what she needed.
Now he was just floating over his couch waiting for eight to roll around. He spent his time sucking the red out of the various things around his house, tuning his ax bass, and picking out his clothes. Of course he would have just worn what he usually did when he went to visit Gumball: his blue jeans and a plaid button down.
But since he was going to be sleeping there he opted for sweats and a plain black v-neck. For a second he wondered if he was too under dressed, so instead of slippers he thrown on a pair of severely beaten down Converse. But of course if anyone said anything he could just suck out their souls. He looked in the mirror once more before rumpling his hair and headed to the sweet palace.
Marshall waited outside until eight o'clock came and left. He wanted late enough to get Gumball flustered but not too late, he didn't want to be banished like last time like when Marshall was half an hour late for Gumball's nineteenth birthday, and the prince refused to let him any where near his kingdom for a year.
So Marshall just waited for ten after, then knocked on the giant chocolate bar door.
"Why do you always insist on being late? AND you hair is still a mess."
"Well, hey to you to." Marshall said floating by him.
"SoOOoo, what are we doing first." Gumball sighed and shook his head.
"I guess we can watch a movie first. But ANYTHING but Heat Signature. I've seen it so many times, I
could quote it in my sleep." Marshal laughed.
"I didn't know you could be funny." Gumball blushed.
"Umm, how about Heat Signature 2?" Gumball grunted.
"Ugh, fine. Peppermint maid, can you have popcorn delivered to the movie viewing room in ten minutes." Gumball shouted.
"Wait, you never let me go in there."
"Well today is different."
"Well damn, I'm just gonna go before you change your mind."
They got situated, with Marshall floating above Gumball who was stretched out on a couch big enough for five. They waited for the popcorn to get there before Gumball started playing the film. It was exquisite, just like the first hundred and fifty time they saw it. Halfway through the movie Marshall started floating lower until he was basically on top of the Price.
"Excuse, do I look like a sofa to you."
"Yeah you kinda do. I mean the couch you're lying on is made of gum." Marshall said pulling a piece off and tossing it in his mouth.
"Could you please not violate my furniture."
"I could try."
"Why are you so difficult? If you're gonna share the couch at least get off of me."
"But Gummy buns, I thought you loved it when I touched you." Marshall said jokingly, repeatedly poking him on the cheek. Gumball felt like his cheeks were on fire from blushing so hard, but he still smacked his hand away.
"Just move."
"Oh okay, I see how it is." Marshall said, feigning sadness. He settled down using Gumball as a pillow and this time Prince Sweetness didn't complain.
The rest of the movie went by peacefully, ending just how it always did.
"What now?"
Gumball thought for a second. He only asked Marshall to come over so he could test something out, but he didn't know how to bring it up.
"Uhh, do you want to play a game?" He said, almost in a whisper.
"Yeah man I love games."
Gumball prayed to Glob that he wouldn't make a fool of himself.
