[She's very, very grateful that she can't blush right now, because she thinks if she was? Her face would probably be tomato red. Marceline was trying to tell herself that it was just the alcohol in his system talking, but the steady beating of his heart told her otherwise. Marshall had taught her how to be aware of emotional changes when she'd asked if focusing on a single heartbeat was possible, and right now...?
She bit her bottom lip, carefully so not to bite down hard enough to draw blood as she glanced away a little shyly, free hand resting on her knee.]
You've got nothing to be jealous of anyway. I don't think so at least. I'm nothing special, just...Marceline.
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She bit her bottom lip, carefully so not to bite down hard enough to draw blood as she glanced away a little shyly, free hand resting on her knee.]
You've got nothing to be jealous of anyway. I don't think so at least. I'm nothing special, just...Marceline.