a little present for an old, awesome friend of mine. (aka 'never meant to be so cold', read her stuff because it's all amazING.)

Marshall Lee normally wasn't the type to be boring. As if that wasn't obvious enough already. But, sitting atop a hill, well, more like floating. Just strumming along on his ax, guitar, whatever he calls it, he seemed pretty… chill. And that was an odd sight to anyone. Especially to the brave blonde approaching him.

"HEY MARSH." Coming over to sit next to her shaggy haired pal.

"Hey Fionna." He grinned, though his calm composure never left his face.

"What's up? Shouldn't you be saving flame-butt from the rain? Or maybe clippin' Cake's nails without getting claw marks?" He cackled. Fionna knew he was just pressing her buttons, she was used to it by now. Mostly.

But, now she rolled with his jabs, so it was all good.

"Nah, not such a great day for clippin. Cake would claw my head off, and I'd like my head intact."

"Aw, it's not so bad." As he waved his hand dismissively, continuing with his jam session.

"Easy for you to say, mister immortal." Sticking her tongue out at him. Some days she'd like to kick him off his high horse. I'm sure Monochromicorn would appreciate that.

"Exactly." He smiled. Lifting up his hands to his neck. 'Oh no,' she thought. 'He's really gonna try this.'

"See?" Then spinning his head around like it was an owl. In all of its 360 degree fashion.

All he got in response, was an obvious roll of her eyes.

"Ok, ok, I get it." Shoving his shoulder with a smile planted on her face. "You know, some people wish they could do that."

He puts away his guitar.

"Oh, and I'm guessing you'd like to learn?"

Well, actually yeah, but that wasn't her point.

"Eh, I can be a hooting owl some other day. I'm actually kind of curious about something… else." She simply said, biting her bottom lip in nerves.

He audibly gulped.

"W-what exactly are you interested in?"

A faint smile appeared on the warrior's face. After waiting a moment, she tapped her fingers on her chin, and spoke.

"The floaty thing. How you're able to be all graceful and stuff in the air. It just sounds so cool!" Waving her arms in the air for added effect.

He laughs. "We'll it's uh, kind of an undead thing. Can't help you there, girlie." He sprung forward then, grabbing the bunny-capped girl by the hips. "But," He hoisted her up. "I can try."

"Marshall, what are you doing!,"

He yanked her off the ground, and all that could be seen in her eyes now, was the navy sky. With all of it's dancing lights across its bed. Twinkling, as if just for this night only.

"See, now that wasn't so bad, was it chicki?"

She breathed. "I, guess not! Haha, this is amazing, Marshall."

He chuckled to himself.

"I'm glad you're amused 'Fi. See, sometimes you've just gotta breathe, smell the fresh apples. LIVE A LITTLE!"

She hollered in excitement, her hair frantically going every which place. He had to admit, that this might even be amusing himself more than her. If not also how, vibrant and colorful she looked in the moonlight.

…Not that he was paying attention or anything.

"Haha, hey Marshall?" Finally catching her breath.

"Yeah? What's up-"

With the intent of catching him off guard, she lightly pecked his cheek. She took a note to notice how even in the dark, his skin seemed a little more deeper blue than it was a second ago.

"Thanks for the free lesson, pal." Hugging him as he finally settled her down onto solid ground again.

He smiled, still a little flushed from his assault.

"No prob, princess."