Sing me a river Marshall (gumlee, gumshall, marball)

The Giving Tree

Gumball strolled on Tumblr with his phone leisurely on the seat in the plane, liking a post here reblogging a post there. Then he slumped into the plush crisp pillow he set for himself on the headrest and starred at the selling. He wishing for some odd reason he had his chemistry set with him so he could conjure something to distract the thoughts in his mind. Like a love potion, Gumball laughed at himself, he only wishes things where that easy. Then again whenever a person used a love potion it always ended up in bad situation like a person going on a rampage. Oh that sounded pretty cool. Rich, in fact. Gumball fumbled through his bag and started to write down the sentence in the flurry with the fist writing utensil he could find.

Wishing I had my chemistry set

So I could conjure something

To distract me from the thoughts in my mind

The plane was completely silent set aside from a few still awake passengers and the little sounds of machines and the engine. It was late at night and they would be in Paris in the morning. Marshall was not asleep, he was doing...something, Gumball wasn't sure. Cake was asleep resting on Monochrome's lap while he petted her hair gently in her slumber reading a book about composing music software.

So no chance of talking to Monochrome now, so Gumball looked for Fiona. Fiona was sound in dream land on Flame's shoulder and Flame too was asleep resting his head on her own head. It was an endearing sight, Gumball thought. Well...until Gumball saw Marshall snickering and snapping shots of them on his mobile. You could see that he was mouthing 'werk it werk it'. Gumball could not help but roll his eyes, Marshall was so childlike sometimes, but he loved it all the same.

"Marshall!" Gumball yelled in a loud whisper. "Stop that this instant! Do you hear me." Gumball tried to have the courtesy of not waking up the other passengers, especially the ones who where now getting photo bombed.

"Watcha gonna do Daddy? Spank me," Marshall Chuckled taking more photos. He even went as far as mockingly tilting the camera and creating silly faces.

"Don't make me come over there!" Gumball still talking in loud whisper and scrunching his eye brows in attempt to disguise his blush from Marshall rather inappropriate comment but failing. Miserably.

"Can't catch me I'm the mother trucking ginger bread man," Marshall in hush cooed the frase with charisma as he began to skip down the plane in-between the chairs.

"Bloody scones," Gumball cursed to himself as he hardly but quietly as he could muster, followed Marshall- trying not to wake any of the sleeping passengers, tiptoeing on the ragged blue plane carpet after him.

Marshall laughed while Gumball 'shhhhhed' him repeatedly as he tried to catch up to him before he might post something somewhere online about them before their relationship could take root.

"Give me the phone," Gumball had finally caught up to Marshall and was skirmishing with him over the phone.

"No. Can. Do. Baby. Bo." Marshall smirked lifting the phone high above his head, out of Gumball's reach. Curse this short body of his.

"Gosh Globbit Marshall. Give it." Gumball stretched himself and was walking on the tip of his toes as Marshall continued to move backwards, not looking at where he was going.

"No way is this going to get me tabloid money, Honey."

Gumball panicked and jumped up to get the phone. He did and he managed to get the phone in his grasp for a mere second. Gumball sighed in the relief of his success in that instant until he found himself and Marshall propelling to the ground. Gumballs head hit Marshall's chest (And was that chest firm and plush) while Marshall's head connected with the floor with a thump.