Deviation Actions
Outside was cold and raining, inside was dark and warm. She decided to sit down. Staring the grasslands she wondered how it used to look in its good old days. She sighed and stared at Beemo who was sleeping.
She groaned biting her tongue in resignation. At least it was something.
A thunder crashed in the distance lightning her bended figure as she watched Beemo. She petted him the same way she would pet her dog, Dusk and stared at the rain falling outside the window. She sighed, to think that, she only wanted to rent a movie and ended up trapped in Finn and Jake’s tree fort.
She closed her eyes while she yanked her hair. She was bored.
Someone entered by the tree fort. She heard footsteps coming towards her, yet she didn't react.
"What are you doin’ ?" the man who just entered from the treasure room asked.
"Get out of here…" she replied not even looking at him while she petted Beemo.
"C'mon Marshalia, what did I do wrong this time?" the man asked sitting in front of her.
Marshalia stared at him with a glare and then turned her face away. He bit his nails trying to think in something. When an idea came into his mind he smiled and chuckled to himself.
"It's because I stood you up last week, right? I already told you I'm sorry!"
She growled impatiently and changed her seat, stopping petting Beemo.
"TI was busy…you know this!" he continued.
"If work is more important than hanging out with your daughter, then I don't wanna hear another idiotic word from you!" Marsha yelled from across the room.
Her father stood up from his chair and walked towards her. He sat next to the annoyed girl. She glared at him one more time and grabbed a ketchup bottle from the kitchen, hit the ketchup bottle in the coffee table with her fist splashing its content in his business suit. Hunson gasped certainly not expecting that while looking for a napkin. After he cleaned it he tried talking to his daughter again "Please talk to me!" he insisted.
Marsha frowned and moved away from him, then she turned around giving him a lovely view of her back.
"Ignore me as long as you like, I won't leave without talking to you!" he replied poking her shoulder. She didn't answer. "If that's how you want it, then I'll start talking to you! Sooner or later you'll have to reply me, just wait and see!" Marsha turned and looked at him with challenging stare. "It's a deal! I'll make you talk to me, I'll take my girl with me!"
"Hmph!" the black haired girl replied raising her shoulders in a defiant tone.
Hunson stared at his daughter for a minute; an awkward silence became present in the room. Marsha snorted at him, staring as well.
"So…" he said leaning his arm on the table "How have you been sweetie?"
She growled turning her face away.
He smiled, his plan was working "Where's your Tarkles? I haven't seem him since you left to the Land of Ooo…"
Marsha jumped from her seat, she stood still pointing him with her finger and her mouth open. She almost replied. She had to bite her tongue to stop the words from coming. "Dumb it's Sparkles and you know it!" She thought "But you won't make me talk with that old trick!"
"Tarkles…Tarkles…something's wrong…" he said rubbing his chin. He snapped his fingers "I know! I'm saying it wrong, it was Jarkles right?"
She frowned.
"No?" he replied faking astonishment "Man I must be getting old…" he said scratching his head. Hunson stared at her with a big silly smile. Marsha blinked feeling uncomfortable "It was…" the Lord of Evil kept his silly smile "Markles!"
Marsha turned her face away trying to hide her laughter by covering her mouth with both hands. He looked ridiculous acting like that.
"What's that? Are you laughing?" he asked leaning close to her "Don't you like Markles?" Her father put a finger on his chin again. He started tickling her "Arkles, Jarkles, Tarkles…Give me a hand, c'mon!"
The Demon Princess had never been able to stand the tickles, she laughed uncontrollably hard until her father made her fall from her seat. When she regained control over herself Marsha wiped out a tear from her eye. She sat in front of him "It's Sparkles…" she whispered "and you know it…"
Her father smiled "We used to play together…" he replied "You would always carry her in your hands while I chased you…" Hunson stared at her tenderly.
She sighed remembering the times she spent with him as a child "yeah…and when you managed to catch me you would always say…"
"…I got ya!" Father and daughter yelled at the same time. They laughed at each other for a while. Hunson Abadeer stood up and grabbed his daughter with a sudden movement; he lifted her and leaned her over his shoulder like if he was carrying a bag.
"What the flop are you doing?" Marsha asked startled hanging behind his back.
"We made a deal, remember?" the Lord of Evil said making his way out of the tree fort "I'll make you talk to me, I'll take my girl with me!" he laughed "Did you think that I was kidding? Nope!" Hunson looked over his shoulder to stare at her "I'm taking my little girl to the movies!"
Marsha opened her mouth but she didn't say anything.
Hunson took her out under the rain "What was the name of the movie you wanted to see? Heat signature…4? Is it good?" he asked walking forward to the improvised cinema the Ooocians seemed to enjoy so much.
Marsha smiled although she knew he couldn't see her "That's what my friends say…" she stared at the ground for a moment as her body hanged over her father's shoulder. He held her with his right arm. "Hey daddy…"
"Huh?"
"I love you…"
Yep, his plan worked out perfectly.
"I love you too baby…"