Doing it for a thrill

[queenofbass]

Characters: Marceline and anyone willing to have the red drank from some of their possessions.
Setting: Anywhere and everywhere.
Format: Starting in prose but I'll match you.
Summary: Marceline has dealt with this food all she can. It's time for a little bit of a snack.  And a few shades of red are sounding pretty good right now.
Warnings: Marceline being a butt. That's about all I can think of.

Marceline had had it up to here. Strawberries, apples, raspberry red every morning, tomato soup and whatever red she could get from the lunches, and then whatever she could get from the dinners. It was almost enough to make a girl go back out to hunt, and she'd done so well not drinking blood until now.

If it meant variety, a decent meal, she'd almost consider it. Except for not wanting to drink from any of her fellow inmates in this tower prison (she made a note to use that in a song if she ever got out), and not being sure if the monsters even... actually had blood. And if she could drink it anyway. The problem kept her lying in bed, thinking, until an idea hit.

Red was red, wasn't it? And she'd eaten the shades of red from clothing and other stuff before, hadn't she? Well, there was tons of red to be found around here, surely, she just had to look! That was enough to get her out of bed and looking around, passing the cafeteria entirely. It was snack time.

Comments

[queenofbass]

_{[Whoa wait what? This is something unexpected, usually when she tries to eat the color from someone's possessions they fight a bit more over it. But she's grateful for the switchup.]}

Thanks.

_{[If there's a little hole from one of her fangs she can fix it, promise.]}