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Marshall Lee | Adventure Time
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C'man, man! We're later than last year!
[ He grins as he approaches Marshall, throwing off the outer jacket of yet another ceremonial outfit. ]
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[ Marshall hops up easily, using a little levitation to get him up to his feet before stepping off his rock and moving to meet his friend halfway. ]
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[He even laughs as he shoves his crown into the arms of his attendant, along with his coat and top. Jeez, those things were always ridiculously heavy.]
Tea Ceremony, 's all. Miss me much, Abadeer?
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[ There's no bite, though, and he drapes the change of pants over his shoulder so that he can gather the t-shirt and hold it out for Gumball to put his arms and head through. ]
Naaahhhh, 'course not. [ There's an eyeroll, there. ]
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Hey, as long as I make it to registry. And good, means the phone's working. And you say I'm not a genius.
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[ That is a bald-faced lie, Marshall Lee Abadeer. ]
I don't say you're not a genius, I just don't stroke your ego. Here. [ He lets him adjust the shirt as necessary, before pulling the pants off his shoulder and offering them. ]
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I'm sure I'd deserve to walk into camp in something hot as hell for it, surely.
[With a snort, Gumball snags the pants and slips his own off (thank the humble church of glob for spandex shorts) and pulls on the change.]
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[ Marshall spreads his hands wide and shrugs at him, before hooking his thumbs in his pockets and rocking onto the heels of his boots as he waits for him to finish changing clothes. ]
Surprised you don't melt in the stuff you already walk into camp with.
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[Once his pants are zipped, he gives his friend a big, shameless hug.]
Quit complaaaining.
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[ Oh fine it's not like anyone else is really-- you know what screw it have a hug back he wouldn't care even if there were people to give them crap. ]
Yeah okay.
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nobody expects the sisitag inquisition
jfc
i swear i'm gonna feed someone to the lake monster this summer.
i regret nothing
Stiles stop.
never
sigh
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it'd be pretty glorious to watch actually
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try to stay behind the wrath of his highness belvedere gumball, if you can. it's funny until there's a bullseye on /your/ face.
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dude his first name's seriously belvedere that's almost worse than mine
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don't say that to him, he actually likes his name.
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