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[She doesn't know why she's either surprised or touched by the gift.... but she is. So she's taking her gift to him personally. When it's dark, she's going to float in the front of his ice castle with the cat in her arms.]

Ice King, you home? [Look at that, she even remembers not to call out Simon.]

Eeeeeheheheheh~

[He's splashing about in his tub, getting Gunter all wet. The poor Penguin is quacking about (or whatever sound those darn birds make) in protest, but Ice King isn't listening. But then he hears Marceline, and he perks up.]

Marceline? Oh! Uh... comiiiing! Hold on doll-face.

[He gets up, scrambles out of his tub, trips, falls, gets back up, towels off, throws on his robes, and scuttles on out with a big ol' smile.]

Marcy! Baby! Darling! What brings you to my humble abode, mmh? Oh, did you come to jam out? Let me get my drum--

[Noticing the cat, his brow furrows.] What's with the furry baby?

[She waits semi-patiently for Ice King to finish doing she-probably-doesn't-want-to-know-what, and when he comes out, she'd shifted the cat in her arms slightly so she was holding it more comfortably.

She's just opening her mouth to say why she came, when he notices the cat. And then calls it a furry baby.] It's a cat. [She pauses, before holding it out under it's forelegs so he can get a full view of it, especially the markings.] See? Doesn't it remind you of anything? [She'd seen the ginger bits and it had reminded her of the cat in those stories you had written, and she'd thought you'd like it.]

[Unfortunately for you, Marceline, you don't realize what he gave up to get his Ice Kingdom back. He eyes that cat curiously, leaning towards it to squint at it, trying to figure out just what Marceline was getting at.]

Hmmm...

[He looks up at her from his hunched over position.] Reminds me of... Jake? Oh! Abracawhatshisface! Did I get it right? '3'

Ye- [Then the delighted yes stops and the smile falters, and then she's linefacing. Tell her that's your idea of a bad joke. But by the look on his face, she just... knows it's not.]

What? No! It looks like the cat in those stupid 'fiona and cake' stories you were telling. Okay, maybe not exactly the same, but close enough! [She turns the cat - who apparently has enough of a calm temperament to be put up with this (She had to make sure the thing wasn't going to be clawing Ice King's face off every time he tried to pull it around or dress it stupidly or something like the dingus he can be) - to look at it. It's definitely not the exact same, but it's really close! She didn't do a terrible job! She turns it back.] Look.

[Uh oh, Marcy's getting mad at him again. She does that a lot, and he doesn't even try to make it happen most of the time. He perks up as she exhaustedly tries to get him to remember something - again - but she's just not getting through to him. Fionna and Cake? He doesn't remember that. It sounds like something he'd remember though.]

[When she turns the cat about to show it off to him, he cocks a brow again. He looks from the cat's fur patterns to Marcy's face, then back to the cat's face, then to Marcy's again.]

Oh Marcy, Marcy, don't feel bad! [He smiles in an apologetic manner, giving himself a few taps on the noggin.] My memory just ain't what it used to be! I'm an ol' fogey y'know. You try gettin' to be half my age and remembering things. Give 'er here! [He reaches out and takes the cat from Marceline and looks at it.]

Sure looks like a Cake alright! Heh...

[Oh my glob, he's trying to be nice to her! His lack of memory is more of a constant frustration to her than he even knows, but it seems for this slight he's trying to white-lie her into not feeling so angry with him. She can probably tell though - he's not that great at acting.] Was this little fluff-ball a Christmas prezzie for lil' ol' me? I'll have to put it with the others.

[He turns to an ice table with a little card marked 'rad presents.' It's empty. He sets the cat down on it and pats its head.]

[No, Ice King, she wasn't mad at all. This was somewhere between worry and despair. A feeling he inspires a lot in her, actually. She's almost definitely nuts for feeling glad feelings to see him every time he ends up in the same place as her. But, you know, he's Simon, even if completely crazy.

And now he's trying to be nice, and it's.... oh glob, it's working. She can't help but smile a little bit as he tries, she can't help that it makes her feel a little good the way it always has, and then consciously makes it bigger because he's trying. Really all she can ask, isn't it? Even if now she's also worried about the fact he's apparently forgetting newer things.] Yeah, she's for you. I thought you might like... some company other than the birds. [She finishes as she mentally shakes her head at herself for being totally lame.] She likes you. I can tell she thinks you're totally cool. [well.... it's not trying to claw his face off. She's chalking it up as a win.]

You're going to remember to feed her and stuff, right?

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Feed her? Right, yes! Feed her! Don't you worry, Marceline. You gave it to me, I'm not gonna just let it die. [Shifty glance. He hopes not anyway.]

[He pets the purring cat for a little while longer. It doesn't seem to mind that his hands are cold. he's always cold. Kinda happens when your body temperature is around freezing. Darn right she thinks he's cool. Ice King is literally the coolest of the cool.]

So what about these stories I used to tell? Were they super swag? [He shuffles on over to his ice throne and sits on it.] If I told these stories I bet they were super cool and had all kinds of movie potential. Did you like them? I guess I told them to you. [He pauses to wonder.] Why would I have done that? Aren't you a little old for bedtime stories Marceline?

[She chuckles at being too old for bedtime stories] By a few hundred years. [She floats over and 'sits' just above the arm.] They were... good. [About as awkward as the last time she said that about them. He's not going to remember she called them lame like five minutes ago if track record is anything to go by.]

I could probably remember one to tell it you? [....This is the first and last time it will happen, though, Ice King. It's more of a last ditch attempt at trying to get you to remember them - you'd been obsessed with them, how could you forget?] And you used to tell them quite a lot. [Not going to mention that she was invisible listening to you tell them to princesses. Not at all.] I couldn't avoid them.

Oooh, yeah? Man I guess I can tell some pretty epic yarns. [That figure of speech is all wrong, but he's clapping his hands anyway.]

Yeah that sounds like a pretty rad idea girl-bro. Lay it on me sistah! Maybe I do forget, but if it's cool enough I might just remember. Then I can keep making them up! And then I can keep being awesome.

[Sigh~] I love being awesome. <3

[She lifts Ice King out of his throne and puts him to the side, before dropping herself into it and swinging her leg over the arm and getting comfortable as she can get on a chair made of ice. She waggles her eyebrows at him with a grin.] Get comfortable.

[As soon as he's sat somewhere not his chair, she starts telling one of his stories, even is if hers was much better. She tells the first one, eventually getting involved in telling the lame story too much to worry so hard about the lack of story or it being self-serving or anything - she's just telling it and hoping she can see some form or recognition there.

At least her telling it adds a little more awesome to it, she thinks. She finishes, and grins at him.] So?

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[Get comfortable? Great! Ice King cops a squat right there on the floor, crossing his legs and lsitening intently to Story Time with Marceline. And so it began.]

[Tales of Fionna, Cake, Prince Bubblegum, Marshal Lee, the Ice Queen, Lord Monochromicorn, and all the others were rather fetching. They remind Ice King of Ooo almost to a 'T,' with the adventures that Finn and Jake would go on and all that stuff. Ice King is, naturally, very focused on the female characters. Are they cute? Hot even? They sure seem to be, to him!]

[Then it finishes.] Ohhhh, wow. So all the characters are just the people we know with all their doo-dads switched around? [He twists his index and middle finger around one another one one hand with a raised brow.] That's pretty smart! And I came up with that? I always knew I was a creative genius, but why didn't I ever know it?

So Marshal Lee is you? I get it! Like Marceline! Oho, I am clever. So clever. [He claps his hands together.] You make for a pretty cool bro, sister.

[The cat had hopped off the table and was wandering the palace to explore its new home.] And that cat... *gasp!* It looks like Cake! Yaaaay!

[...She's not sure he remembers, but he seems happy to have heard the story anyway and now he gets why she picked the cat properly. It's going to have to be enough.

She's going to continue that being nice thing for now, and be emotional later. It's Christmas.] Yeah, yeah. Totally genius. And hey you, I'm awesome any way I come. [She pokes a forked tongue out at him, wriggling it playfully.]

Hey now, you know what people say about sticking out your tongue:

Don't do it unless you're gonna use it. Am I right? ;3

[That gets a little giggle-fit from the old man, as he leans back into a whole buncha penguins who had crowded around for Marceline's story. Some of them have blankets, others are sipping coco, and one's... just on a cell phone, not paying attention. But with how they're all seated around Ice King, he has no problem using them as a faux-recliner.]

E-ww, no. [She's not just pulling a face, but laughing at the same time. Seriously gross... but a little funny.] Stop it.

[That's all the response she gets.]

Edited 2014-01-07 08:07 (UTC)

[She's just going to lean forwards slightly, pick up the nearest penguin, and throw it at his face. Semi-playfully. While stopping herself from encouraging him further by laughing.... mostly.]

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I'M SO SORRY. THE TAG WAS WRITTEN, APPARENTLY IT GOT EATEN. (also, thanking the lord for Lazurus)

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I had to.

And I <3 you for it XD