A Loyal Servant

It was late of day; Marshall Lee awoke with pungent breath of alcohol, (a taste that he was very familiar with). The blue-blooded man placed his hand over his forehead as he hissed in pain, hangovers. Muttering under his foul breath, "This is the last time I drink." (A phrase that Marshall tends to repeat more often then he should) He looks to his side and sees a pair of ray ban sunglasses, a pitcher of water with an empty glass besides it and a sticky note with a single word written - 'Drink' attached on the cup.

Marshall chuckled softly as he knew whom it was who went through with all this trouble. Gumball has been through this many of times where Marshall has had his fair amount of drinks, and then in the following morning, he had to deal with hearing Marshall whine about the pain in his head and how he hated the bitter taste that lingered on his tongue. Now Gumball is fully aware of what actions to take, leaving him a drink and a pair of shades to sustain the annoyances Marshall has to be put through when he drinks too much. Another fair reason of why Marshall is in love with him.

After he had his drink, he slid the glasses on and staggered off the bed; moments later he found himself stumbling through the kitchen to see a delightful sight- Gumball wearing a casual, white-collar shirt, pair of khaki, classic fit pants, and brown leather shoes with lace, wrapped around all of it, was a pink apron with magenta colored frills with matching ribbon.

"Good morning Mr. Abadeer, how are you feeling? Well, I hope."

Does he seriously not know how delicious he looks right now? Marshall screamed to himself.

"I was about to make breakfast. I assume you will want coffee-black- and eggs benefit with finally a croissant with butter on the side, correct? I will get started on that right away."

"You know me too much." Marshall teased.

Gumball smiled and went to grab a small plastic red bowl that sat above the cabinet shelf. In the meantime while the food was being made, Marshall watched with interest his servant, Gumball, move so swiftly through the kitchen with ease. No surprise, after all, cooking was Gumball's absolute favorite day activity; the man could cook, broil, bake everything with grace as to another would do sloppily in comparison. It was like a dance that the rosy man would do every time he stepped into focus. Finally, after he was done, he would place the plate before his master and lay a napkin over the man's lap with flourish; and what Marshall thought was cuter, was that with every dish, Gumball would gently place an Italian parsley leaf in the center like how an artist marks his name on his masterpiece.

Marshall took one last look over the meal that was presented to him and sighed, "Gumball, you know how to cook, clean, take care of me, you're smart, you help me with everything and to top it all off, you're also very sexy." He said with astonishment in his voice, "I honestly got to say you are killing me over here!"

Gumball rolled his eyes and lay his hand above his hip, "As much as I want to kill you, my master, I refuse to be another 'The Butler Did It' cliché."

"You're so cute when you're being sassy." Marshall said with his cheek in his hand.

"With you around, it's hard not be."

Marshall turned back to his meal, grabbing the croissant between his slim fingers, "You know," he said, "This meal would be better if it was like Nantaimori."

"Nantaimori?"

"It's like Nyotaimori, which means 'serve food on the female body' in Japanese, but in this case 'male body'."

Gumball pinched the bridge of his nose (as he knew where the conversation was leading to).

"Hmm..." Marshall hummed, "If only there were a sexy male model who will be willing to undress and lie naked on the table as I eat my breakfast on top him, hmm...Oh wait, that's right, I have a sexy butler! Gumball, if you would be so kind?" Marshall said slyly as he gestured Gumball to the table.