The prince was currently sitting in the middle of the Cotton Candy forest, under a tree as he stared off in thought. Marshall Lee, the vampire he always assumed hated his guts, asked him to his own ball. Now, rather it was in a friendly way or date way, he didn’t know. He had been busy analyzing and writing down notes in a notebook next to him to determine which it could be. Conclusion he reached?

Gumball couldn’t read the immortal at all.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his gummy hair. He told the other he would think about it and now he was over thinking it.