Marshall groaned as the light streamed into the window, morning already?
"Gumball?"
"Mmm?" He sighed, still trapped in sleep's grasp.
"Window… Baby, window!" Marshall covered himself up, trying to hide his sensitive skin from the sun.
"Babe, window! Ow!"
"Oh Glob, sorry!" Gumball tripped sleepily out of his sheets and closed the curtains quickly.
Marshall hesitantly peeked out the covers, "It's okay, I just didn't wanna become all crispy first thing in the morning."
Gumball stretched groggily, "Definitely not how I wanted my first morning back with you to go."
"Oh? And how did you plan on our morning going, dear prince? Plan on spending hours locked in your bedroom by chance?"
"M-Marshall! Don't say things like that!"
"Fine, don't join me in the shower… but it'll be a pain getting all those tattoos off yourself."
Marshall walked into the bathroom, throwing Gumball a wink before taking his boxers off.
"Ugh! Marshall…"
"Yes?" Marshall smirked, peeking out the bathroom door.
"...Wait for me…"