Fionna got out of the shower a little over a half hour later, feeling refreshed and ultimately better. Quickly drying herself down with a towel, she slipped on the clothes, which were a bit too big for her. A hand latched onto the boxers, which would slip down otherwise, Fionna exited the bathroom, running into Marshall, who was carrying a pile of clothes in his hands.
The clothes flew in the air, as Fionna's face darkened considerably and she grabbed for clothes. "I'm s-so sorry!" She stuttered, Marshall chuckled, brushing it off as he picked up the clothes.
"No worries," he answered nonchalantly, taking the clothes she held in her hands and looking down at her. As she handed the clothes over, the boxers slipped down, as did a part of the shirt, falling over her shoulder. Quickly, she grabbed at the boxers, trying to keep them up, all the while, pushing the shirt back in place.
Seeing her struggle, Marshall frowned, sighing. "I'm washing your clothes right now, when they're dry you can put them back on and get out of those," he assured, finishing his walk down the hallway to place the clothes in a room. Once he was back in front of her, he seemed unsure of his next step. Fionna felt the same way; what did he have to do with her?
She was just a guest. She should be out tomorrow, hopefully. A second later, a low hissing met her ears. Looking down, she spotted Cake. Fionna picked up the cat, furrowing her eyebrows, and running her hand down the length of Cake's back. "Shhhh," Fionna soothed, then looked up to see Marshall glaring at the cat. What was it about those two?
Marshall slowly moved his eyes away from Cake, smiling at Fionna instead. "Let's go watch a movie." He suggested, taking her hand and leading her into his living room. Once in the living room, Fionna was forced onto a couch –which, to her, was Heaven- the comfortableness of it, at least-. He turned on a movie a second later, and then sat near her on the couch.
It was a romance movie. Where the guy had been caught cheating- which reminded her of Gumball. It saddened her immensely to think about him and she almost burst out crying again. Marshall seemed to notice her change in mood and neared her on the couch. "Are you okay?" he asked carefully, as if he did truly care. She almost lied to him, but something stopped her, telling her he'd see through her lie.
So, instead, she shook her head, and once again cried over the loss over her fiancé, but this time, she had someone to hold her. Soon enough exhaustion took over, and she found herself falling asleep in Marshall's arms. He was stroking her back, a slight smile on his face when Cake spoke up. "You leech, what're you doing? Interfering like this!?" She growled, standing on her hind legs and glaring at him.
He hissed, baring his fangs at her as he nestled Fionna closer to him. "You don't know anything, Cake, Gumball had his chance, and it's my turn now." He growled, looking down at the tear-stained face of Fionna.
She sighed unhappily, "Gumball won't appreciate this."
