stupid cute idiots in dokis

[bumgall]

[It's only with much practice that Gumball has learned to multitask. It isn't often enough that he's left in peace while he's here in his kitchen, whipping up one thing or another while attendants and consultants and guards and all manner of subjects come and go with all manner of matters on their hands. He's learned to prioritize, to strike a balance between his passion and his duties, to learn which should require immediate attention and which he can make wait. It's just how he's decided to do things, and sometimes, his baking just comes first.

Today, though, requires a different balance, because the presence perched next to him on the counter actually quite has his attention. Given, as most of her stories go, Fionna's various conversation topics including a pulse-pounding recount of the ogre she and Cake took down on their way to the Goblin Kingdom last week give him a little leeway attention-wise. And even then, he's finding himself absorbing just about every word.

Well, mostly. It's when he finds himself fussing with the candy decoration placement on one of his cookie mermaids that his attention wanders off, if only for the moment.]

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[swordstress]

[ if that had been anyone else leading her about, burnt hands or no, they'd have gotten themselves a karate chop and maybe her hopping on top of the very table she's now being seated at, at the very least. but she just cracks a small smile, plopping down compliantly as her gut twists a little.

wow his hands are warm. definitely warmer than hers, even. she's sure of it. ]

Welllllll. . . okay.

[bumgall]

Good.

[He pulls up a chair to face her, scooting closer before bringing up the tin.] Some people overlook it, but it's always a good idea to have medical supplies in the kitchen. I even adjusted this recipe I got from the Pharmacy Kingdom myself to work best with oven-related burns.

[Which may or may seem to be a good thing when he opens the lid and small but visible, tendril-like fumes begin seeping out into the air.]

[swordstress]

The last time I went to the Pharmacy Kingdom, Cake got a Thermome-Mama stuck up her— Woah, vaporific!

[ the thermometer ladydude got stuck up cake's nose, by the way, in case anyone's curious. let's not get any hasty ideas here. ]

[bumgall]

[Good thing it goes right over his pink little head.]

Yes, that's just from the- well, I probably shouldn't divulge such secrets out in the open. [He reaches in to scoop up a small amount of the dark, purplish substance, still emitting the fumes, and without thinking about what he's really doing, extends a hand out for Fionna to rest hers in.] But you'll see, it works like a charm.

[swordstress]

I'm sure I hands.

Heheh, I mean, will.

[ no, what. that isn't even a normal kind of slip to make, no matter how excited she might be just to put her hand in his, fingers twitching ever so slightly against his gumskin when she does, even though she'd told herself to keep still. ]

[bumgall]

[It's funny, because it doesn't even occur to him consciously what he's doing, he just does it, gently rubbing over the tender, reddened skin of her fingertips, her fingers, her palms. He's always marveled at how lovely and small her hands always seem, and yet to actually feel the calluses he logically knew should be there is still surreal. And while his own fingers work with efficiency as well as care, the realization lingers in his mind.]

[swordstress]

[ wow, dudehands. dude hands that are touching her hands. and being all gentle and junk. and also they belong to prince gumball. this is awesome.

oh and this healing stuff is doing pretty alright too. whatever. SHE'S BASICALLY IN ZONING OUT SHINY EYES LAND RIGHT NOW. ]

[bumgall]

[Gumball doesn't really pay it much mind. Although he realizes after a moment that it's grown awfully quiet, and boy, he sure is doing a lot of hand-touching.]

Is that better?

[swordstress]

[ she's going to pretend she just absent-mindedly curled a finger around one of his own when it was like 800% intentional, la la la ]

Yeah, like, way lots.

[bumgall]

[And he'd pretend in turn that he didn't notice, but he does, and he looks up for a second before he can catch himself, lips parted in what was going to be a question, but it never quite makes it into words. Instead, realization of what he's doing strikes him, and his gaze shoots back down.

He still doesn't stop, though. Just fixes his gaze back to her hand in his, and smooths out what little hasn't been gently rubbed into her skin.]

Good.

[swordstress]

[ she might have caught him looking up if, yanno, she'd not been staring down at their hands since he started. thankfully she's stopped completely zoning out though. ]

So you can basically make medicine recipes too? I mean, you bought it, but you fixed it to be all... ovens, and stuff.

[bumgall]

[He laughs a little at that, glad for something to lighten the mood a little. The strange feeling in his gut wasn't much helping things.]

It's not like it's much different from following any other kind of recipe. And like all recipes, each takes tweaking and adjusting to be just right.

[Gumball pauses, then gently releases Fionna's hand before he sits too long just. holding it.]

To be fair, I did have help from some of the more medically-inclined individuals around here.

[swordstress]

[ it takes everything in her not to make a sound of disappointment when he releases her hand, it really does. she sort of inspects them to marvel over how well they healed so quick before pushing a stray piece of hair under her hat with her fresh2death totally treated digits. ]

That's got to be really bad if you messed it up though. You go to put it on your hands only to find out, hey, this med-recipe is actually liquid fire, oops!

[ pause. ]

Wow, I hope that didn't happen.

[bumgall]

[He only laughs more, needless to say. It's hard not to around her.]

It didn't, no. I'm far more methodical in my experimentation than that.

[After letting himself gaze fondly for a moment, he decides to do something truly foolish, however. Without any further words, he just extends his hand yet again.]

[swordstress]

Heheh, yeahhh.

[ she didn't really expect that anything Bad had happened but, hey, you never know. she shifts her gaze sideways to the table as her words settle and that what-if fades out into nothing, but she jerks back to attention when he puts his hand back out.

surprised, she flushes a little again, a little more brightly than before, but thankfully her ears going red is covered fully by her hat. she puts her hand back in his, slowly but not at all hesitant. ]

[bumgall]

Fionna. Your other hand.

[swordstress]

. . . Oh.

[ time for a switcharoo. ]

[bumgall]

[Okay, he keeps a lid on his quiet little chuckles this time. But only just barely. Fortunately, he has the grace to not comment further, and only scoops up more salve to rub onto her burns.

It looks like he's being polite, but honestly, he's not sure what he would even say in response. His brain keeps drawing up blanks.]

[swordstress]

[ she's a little embarrassed, but that's hardly whats keeping her from rambling on like she's been doing pretty much all day. she can deal with some embarrassment.

plus, it's a pretty comfortable silenc— wait nevermind, she just sneezed. but at least she did it into the crook of her elbow (admittedly having to jerk back from his gentle healing to manage it) so she didnt get snotty all over gumball. ]

[bumgall]

Gesundheit.

[Excuse him while he's got a look on his face like that was one of the cutest sneezes he's ever heard.]

[swordstress]

Thanks.

[ lowers her hand again, sort of twitching her nose because its got post-sneeze itches, but its nothing severe enough to scratch. ]

[bumgall]

[He almost reaches out for her hand a third time, but something makes him refrain. He doesn't drop his own either, though, only lowers them slightly.]

How does that hand feel? Better?

[swordstress]

What do you think?

[ waggles her fingers at him ]

[bumgall]

[Gumball leans in, squinting at the offered digits slightly.]

They still look a bit pink to me. But if it doesn't hurt, that's what matters, right?

[swordstress]

[ taps his forehead with a single finger when he leans in. ]

I was saying that 'cause it feels fine, dude. Just like my other hand.