4th Song; Dictated + Action

[rockinout]

I guess this place is okay for a laugh, huh?

[Translation: Weird kisses are weird. Has "Marshall Lee" noticed what's causing the kisses? Not yet, although once that's figured out, things are sure to get interesting. For now, though, he's actually pretty focused on the nutcrackers anyway. He's got one with a particularly long beard and a blue paintjob that he's playing with, switching between making it speak in a funny voice about princesses to just staring at it kind of sadly. He's all over the castle with it, feeling pretty chill. One weird kiss isn't enough to get worried about, right?]

(ooc| SO! Planned or unplanned kisses for "Marshall Lee" happen here, but non-kiss threads are totally fine, too! If you want to wait for girl-body Marceline, she'll be around later in the month. Or go for both, as Marshall hasn't owned up to being Marceline yet, anyway!)

Comments

[yay_heiress]

Yeah, those things are pretty funny to look at, aren't they? Heeheehee!

[rockinout]

Definitely are.

Dictated!

[telemysticist]

Wouldn't call a month-long flu much of a "laugh", unless this castle's got a real sick sense'a humor.

[If enchanted castles can have a sense of humor.]

Forever!

[rockinout]

The sick sense of humor is part of the fun.

Always and forever~

[telemysticist]

...

Believe me, boy, what I went through was anythin' but what ya'd call fun.

[IT WAS AWFUL HE COULDN'T EAT ICE CREAM FOR WEEKS.]

[yay_heiress]

[London blinks up at him, stepping a little closer.]

They call them nutcrackers, but they aren't really any good at cracking nuts.

[rockinout]

Awww, calm down!

[rockinout]

They don't look much good for--

[Hold that thought. She's cute.]

I don't think we met yet, huh?

[telemysticist]

DON'T YA TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

[rockinout]

Woah, psycho much?

[telemysticist]

Boy, ya best quit gettin' on m'nerves.

[rockinout]

Dude, I'm a vampire. What are you planning on doing to me?

[telemysticist]

WELL I'D--

... Wait.

Did ya say "vampire"?

[rockinout]

...Yeah?

[telemysticist]

... Ya really a vampire?

Not one'a them teenagers that buys everythin' from that place in the mall with the creepy makeup?

[rockinout]

Hmph.

A real vampire.

[telemysticist]

... Ya don't say.

Yaknow a'think we might'a, uh, got off on the wrong foot 'ere.

[rockinout]

...What's with the mood swing?

[telemysticist]

I profusely apologize for my belligerence, m'friend. A'meant no disgrace to'ya altruistic kind.

An' well ya see, m'girl Mabel... she loves vampires.

[rockinout]

Yeah, uh-huh, sure-- Ohhhh, I see.

Wait, did you say Mabel?

[telemysticist]

Sure did, friend!

[rockinout]

Yeah, you be careful with her.

[yay_heiress]

[Not lookin' too bad yerself, Marshall.]

Nope. [She bats her eyelashes a bit.]
I'm London Tipton.

[rockinout]

Cool name.

[And then "he'll" just lean down and kiss her, because suddenly "he" really wants to. And why not?]

[telemysticist]

... Well a'course!

She's m'sweet peach dumplin', why would I be anythin' but?