A/N: I'm sorry about not updating as much as I used toooooo my cosplays for acen took over my life (I looked fabulous in each and every single one of them ESPECIALLY ICE QUEEN OMG) and then after that i had to deal with a super hard blow to my ego and then i had to cuddle with my fiance cuz he demands cuddles LOL but anyway I'm sorry and I'm back. so here's another chapter, sorry for the no prank again but there's more stuff coming so please be patienttttttttttttt I'm building to pranks and trying to build into relationships and stuff
Morning came and with it rose Fionna. She sat up, stretching and yawning widely. Gently removing herself from the bed, she padded over to Marshall's dresser and opened her designated drawer to find it empty.
'Oh yeah,' she thought, 'I emptied it after our fight. Well Marshmallow won't mind me wearing some of his clothes.' She rummaged through his closet and pulled out one of his flannels. She slipped off her night clothes to reveal her underthings. Being a lady of adventure, she only owned one kind; plain and functional. And she may have been embarrassed had she known another kind existed, or that Marshall lee would see them. She turned around pulling the shirt closed and buttoning it up as Marshall stirred and sat up in his bed. He blinked twice and pinched himself on the arm.
'Nope, I'm awake' he thought to himself as Fionna finished buttoning up his shirt. She looked up and smiled softly at him.
"Good morning Marshy." Not expecting such a soft greeting after the show she'd just unexpectedly given him, he blushed and coughed into his hand.
"Good morning." she tugged the collar of the shirt and twisted, looking at herself in a mirror.
"Y'know, it kinda fits me pretty well."
"Uh, yeah." he said dumbly, finally averting his eyes. "Here, let me find you some pants." He floated up off the bed and towards the closet, towards Fionna. The blanket pooled under him on the bed and she noticed his state of undress.
"Thanks dude." She was embarrassed and she wasn't. This is her best guy friend, and they do everything together. She's seen him in various states of undress, and he's seen her, so why does this time feel so different? She shoved those thoughts to the back of her mind because this is Marshall. He doesn't even have boy parts. He can't. Because she never thinks about that kind of stuff. Not even a little bit. He pulled a tiny pair of black jeans out of his closet and handed them to her.
"Try these on, I mean they are-were- Ash's, but she's not coming back here ever. Um, sorry to give you some of her clothes, it's just all I've got," He grinned "Unless you want me to pull out one of those costumes for you." She took the pants and shoved him.
"Shut up you!" She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door, shimmying into skinny jeans in front of him seeming somehow more indecent than being in just a shirt. When she came out Marshall was no longer upstairs in his bedroom. She peeked her head out of the hole in the floor to the living room, but he wasn't in there either. She grabbed the ledge and flipped down, hitting her legs on the frame of the hole and making more noise than she intended. Why would girls wear pants like this? They were hard to bend in. What if she had to defend against some sort of evil monster and found herself in a limbo contest... to the death? She'd be screwed.
She dropped to the floor, landing silently on her feet, bringing her arms up, ready to fight and peering around for Marsh's hiding form. But he wasn't there, wasn't waiting to attack. A yummy smell met her nose and a low, musical voice came from the kitchen.
"Who'll be my Montague now, to this broken Capulet, how?" Marshall was frying up some eggs and bacon and singing, "How, how if not for you?" He hummed a bit and then picked up the lyrics again as he shook the pan a bit, "Don't you want love, Don't you want love, I'm your biggest fan, It's so good to finally meet ya, I deserve a little more, Wouldn't you say-oh, ay-oh, ay-oh."
Fionna bobbed her head and picked up the rhythm and began to drop a steady beat for him with her mad beat boxing skills. This, however, startled him and he stopped singing altogether.
"Awww, why'd you stop, Marshmallow?" She whined poking him in the ribs, "It was starting to get good." he turned his head all the way around on his neck and made a face at her. She giggled and hopped away from him.
"I stopped cuz it's not finished yet, and its personal. You have a habit of showing off my personal, unfinished songs." He stuck his tongue out at her and she blushed.
"You're mom was sucking all the souls in Aaa into her big, fat mouth! I had to do something!" She squeaked. He waved his hand dismissively.
"Yeah, yeah, ok girly. I've heard it already."
"Breakfast is served." He said suavely, sliding the food onto a plate and setting it in front of her at the table and bowing deeply at the waist. He sat at the table with her quietly while she ate her morning meal.
"Wow, Marshall Lee, I didn't know you could cook."
"I can do a lot of things you've probably never thought to ask about." he yawned.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" she questioned, stuffing a whole egg in her mouth. He smiled sleepily.
"Like sleep during the day, like other vampires." he gave her a lop-sided grin.
"You're the one who dragged me here and then fell asleep with me in the middle of the night" She stabbed her fork in his direction.
"So you'd rather I drag you here and fall asleep with you in the middle of the day?" he countered, his grin becoming a smirk.
"Dude, I was raised by cats, I could sleep 16 hours a day and still want to sleep more." He laughed, she had totally missed the point of his joke. She blushed angrily. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, It's nothing," he said reaching over and yanking on a bunny ear.
"Knock it off, Marsh" She said while swatting his hand away.
"Make me girly" he replied, floating up and grabbing the other ear. He floated behind her and her head tipped backwards. When her eyes met his he smirked and she blushed, quickly turning away with a mumbled "dweeb".
Just then, before Marshall could reply, there was a knock on the door.
"Hold on, I gotta get that" he said looking annoyed and he released her hat and floated towards the door.
"I thought it might be you, cat." He said lazily. She glared at him with he fists on her hips.
"My girl still here?"
"Maybe, it's not my job to keep track."
"Who is it, Marshall?"
"So maybe she is," he shrugged, "what's it to ya?" Cakes glare grew harder and she reached up, wrapped a paw around his bare neck, and pulled him down to her level.
"Fi may be oblivious to your game but I see what you're doin," she whispered menacingly, "I may not be able to kill you, but if you hurt one hair on her precious head I WILL make you wish you were dead. Got that?" just then, as the cat was releasing a rather nonplussed vampire, Fionna came into the room.
"Who is it? Oh, hey Cake." She waved to the diminutive ball of fur and sass.
"Hiya baby, ready to go?" Fi shrugged.
"Yeah I guess, hey, did you know Marshall can cook?" Cake eyed the vampire appraisingly.
"You cooked my baby breakfast?" It was Marshall's turn to shrug.
"Just eggs and bacon, no big deal."
"Well Bye Mar-mar, Catchya later!" Fi exited the small home and Cake followed, glancing surreptitiously over her shoulder and closing the door behind her.