(So we meet again.
i was going through some stuff to be moved to my new laptop and i came across an unfinished thing... here's the thing. it's finished.)
"So what's the plan tonight, puffball?" Marshall Lee asks, floating alongside Fionna as the adventuress hitches a ride on Cake. It's one of those perfect nights out for a vampire, when the moon is out and bright and the air is warm and balmy but a gentle wind blows hard enough to cool, and the humidity is low enough for his clothes not to seem heavy, even with the added wights of his axe-bass. Marshall Lee loves these nights because it's not too hot and not too cold, and it's light enough for Fionna to see without needing his direction.
Marshall Lee loves the nighttime.
"Well, I heard that Hotdog prince was having some torubbl with this ketchup ghoul that won't leave him alone. But I could probably handle that by myself tomorrow, if you'r enot inerested." Fionna digs her fingers into Cake's shoulder blades, and the cat jumps before purring loudly.
Marshall Lee shrugs and does a loopty-loop in the air, becuse it's nighttime and he can. Fionna watches him with a smile on her face, and if he could blush he probably would. But instead he just scratches his chin and turns away, saying, "Whatever's cool with me, kid."
The smile on her face morphs into a full-blown grin, and he swears that if it were any brighter he'd have to carry around an umbrella at night too, for fear her face would burn him like the sun does.
"Trigonomic!" she cheers, then throws one hand out to point dramatically to the east. "Onward, Cake! To Hotdog kingdom!" The massive cat beneath her woops in reply and yells out, "Hold on, girl! We gonna get there fast!" Her stride lengthens quickly, going from an easy walk to an excited gallop within seconds, her paws eating up the ground and flicking rocks and dirt up into Marshll Lee's face as he's left behind.
He sputters indignantly, crying out, "Hey!" But he can't be mad at them when Fionna's tinkling laughter floats after her, so instead he just flies faster to catch up.
They have a pseudo-race for the ten minutes it tkes to get to the (rather small) territory of the Hotdog Prince. Marshall Lee wins becuse it doesn't take as much energy to fly as it does to run, and the weather is perfect for flying. Cake looks disappointed anyhow. Marshall Lee thinks to himself that maybe he'll let them win next time.
Cake catches her breath for a few moments before they go meet up with the Hotdog Prince, and Fionna takes the oppertunity to ask Marshall Lee, "Why are you not as tired as her? You were going just as fast." She thinks abut it for a second, then waves her arms excitedly. "Even faster, actually, since you won!"
Marshall Lee smirks and shrugs, straightening his black-and-grey plaid shirt and fixing up one of the buttons that'd come undone during the race. He doesn't notice that Fionna's eyes follow the motion for a few seconds before widening and turing away, her cheeks becoming rosy. "Well," he says, bedning down to unroll a pants leg. "Flight uses different energy than running does. So I am tired, just.... not as much. And not visibly. But if we screw around too much tonight, then tomorrow I'll be exhausted and I'll have to sleep all day."
Fionna giggles and punches him in the arm, but it's a Fionna-punch and not a Fionaa-the-Adventuress punch, so it doesn't hurt all that much. "You sleep all day anyways," she informs him seriously, but her eyes are shining with mirth. He blinks for a seond before scoffing and shoving her shoulder lightly.
"Whatever," he says, but a smirk plays at the corner of his mouth, tilting his fangs into view and Fionna smiles so wide that her eyes close.
The voice behind them is slyly amused. "Am I interrupting somethin'?" Cake asks, one eyebrow raises as she smiles at them smugly. The effect is wasted on Fonna, but Marshall Lee understands, and he turns away form them abruptly, sure that his face would be on fire if he could blush.
