Fionna sat up, and glanced over to the spot where Marshall was sleeping. He wasn't there. She yawed, and tiredly crawled out of bed. She strapped on her bra from last night. She lifted up her old panties, and examined them. They were pretty stained from yesterday's fun, so she just sighed, and dropped them back on the floor. Fionna opened up Marshall's closet, and looked into the top drawer. She grabbed a pair of his boxers, and pulled them on herself. She took one of his plaid over-shirts off a hanger, and shimmed into it. It was pretty big on her, but she looked at herself in the mirror, and thought she looked pretty cute.

Fionna was pulling her skirt on when she heard a knock at the door. She walked over the window to see Simone was waiting at the doorway below. She climbed down the ladder to the main floor. As she opened the door, she slightly smiled with one side of her mouth, and quietly mumbled, "hey... Simone." Simone smiled shyly, and scratched the back of her head, "hey..." Fionna spoke up, "Marshall isn't here right now..." Simone nodded, "...yeah... that's probably for the best. I wanted to talk to... y-you." Fionna blushed, "...you don't... have to... do this..." Simone sighed, "It... doesn't have to be about... that... I just feel like we should talk." Fionna walked over, slouched down at the couch. She was sitting on her long hair. Simone sat across the couch, awkwardly as far away from her as possible. They both just looked at the ground for the longest time, before Fionna spoke up, "thanks for being there... for Marshall..." Simone nodded, and stared back at the floor for a minute, her face reddened. She spoke in a broken whisper, "s-sorry..." Fionna looked flushed, "n-no... that's ok... it's fine, really. It was a long time ago... you're not even really the same person."

Simone relaxed a little, "I guess..." Fionna attempted to change to conversation to a lighter subject, "Marshall... is a really... cool dude." Simone let herself chuckle, "yeah." Fionna smiled. Simone said, "don't let his whole tough mean guy act get to you, he's actually really sweet." Fionna readjusted the pillow behind her back, "yeah, we sort of sang a song about that." Simone laughed, "oh." There was another moment of silence before she continued, "so how long have you two... been together?" Fionna replied shyly, "this a pretty recent thing... like a month?" Simone nodded, "well I'm happy for both of you." Fionna crawled up onto the couch, and sat comfortably against the arm rest, holding her legs with her with her arms. She asked, "so... how much control did you have... as the Ice Queen?" Simone mumbled, "wha..." she glanced aside at the floor, "umm, it's kind of hard to explain, ya know?" Fionna looked down at her feet, "yeah."

Fionna asked, "well... after you do this whole meeting the neighbors thing, what are you... going to do?" Simone responded tiredly, "well seeing you makes me want to just say 'sorry' a bunch." Fionna sighed, "listen, you're a totally cool chick. You can't let things like that get to you." Fionna smirked, leaned over, and gave her a peck on the cheek. Simone blushed. Fionna whispered into her ear, "plus... I still think you're way pretty."

Fionna giggled, crawled off the couch, and started walking towards the kitchen. "Can I get you anything." Simone seemed a bit dazed, "a cold shower." Fionna laughed from the kitchen, "gross." Simone heard a fridge door slam, and her footsteps against the tiled floor. Fionna entered the room, with a little plastic box filled with strawberries. Fionna popped one into her mouth, and said while chewing, "I'm not a huge fan of strawberries, but he's only got red things in there. My options are limited." Fionna sat down next to her, offered her one, but Simone turned it down.

Fionna asked, "so how long did you take care of Marshall?" Simone replied, "not long. You've probably really known him longer." Fionna said, "well, he cares about you like you were his actual mother." Simone nodded, "yeah, I mean... a lot happened in the short time we had. He was actually 'created' before the bomb... He had to survive off of killing the innocent... He slaughtered men, women, and children alike... Sure, it was only after he was almost bloodless, but it's not like he couldn't remember anything after he blacked out, he remembered everything. That really messed him up quite a bit. That little seven year old was just filled with guilt and pain." Fionna quietly said, "wow." Simone continued, "he was so unstable for so many reasons, but I really just wanted to help him. After a couple months he really seemed to be getting better... but when I began losing it from the crown... I saw that in him again... I wanted to be there for him... but I couldn't let him die."

Fionna paused, and looked at the strawberry in her hands, "how did he learn do drink the color red?" Simone shrugged, "he must of learned that after I was gone." Fionna exhaled deeply. Simone said, "well, I think I'm going to hit the road." Fionna asked, "really? You could stay, and crash on the couch for the night." Simone paused, "yeah... actually, I would like that." Fionna sat up, "yeah, Marshall would love it."

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