Marceline's P.O.V.
'I'm not dead.' I thought back to the strange noise I'd heard, moments after I closed my eyes. Cracking open said orbs of sight, I found myself swiftly being placed on my feet by a blushing Bubba. A long-disused part of my brain started up with a bang, a shudder and a cough, and began to number-crunch the physics of my recent past.
1) A 36-story fall out of Bonnie's tower lab
2)The general hardness of the Candy Kingdom streets.
3) The chances of a non-winged version of myself surviving such a fall combined with such a landing (0%)
4) The unknown factor that has changed this... pancake-y outcome.
Conclusion: Gumball acts like a giant shock absorber.
After calmly processing this, I asked, "Why are you blushing, Gumball?"
He stared down at the ground, hands shoved in his pockets and one foot dragging slowly back and forth, making a little furrow in the dirt.
I suddenly remembered what happened just before we stepped out for a breath of fresh air... and/or sidewalk, and blushed so hard, my scales took on the appearance of rubies. "Ah.. I see." He slowly nodded.
Steering the conversation to slightly safer topics, I asked him other than years of practice, how he'd done that trick with the beaker.\
"I actually used air currents. I swiped the stick through the air at the beakers, and wind speed and currents did the rest. The technique's called The Way Of The Blunted Blade." He shrugged.
"Cool. Um... would you mind if I cooked my brother?" I asked, the scarlet hue of my scales fading.
"Why?" He looked confused.
"For, ah, interrupting you earlier." I blushed again. "So, what were you saying?"
Um, I-I-I... y-you're... and I... uh..." He stuttered.
My stomach dropped a little. "Nah, if you can't... uh... remember it or whatever, it's okay." I said lamely, feeling a concentrated throb of pain starburst through my chest for moment before it faded away.
"I'm sorry..." He said quietly.
We stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before I nodded towards the castle wall next to us. "Uh, we should head in, shouldn't we?" I asked.
"Um, yeah, probably. C'mon." I half-expected him to take my hand, and it hurt more than it should've when he just turned and walked inside, hands still shoved in pockets.
I hurried after him, making what I saw as a very important decision. I was going to lock away any feelings I had for this boy, and keep him at arm's length. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, and until I was, I decided to crush my crush.