Everyone gets older.
Everyone except her.
He’s older now. She hasn’t been keeping track really, maybe when his birthday comes around, then she’ll add up the years and just act like she doesn’t know because she’s a vampire, and vampires don’t care about those things.
“It’s freaking cold.”
“Hehe, you’re cold!”
“Pfft.”
“Wait….I thought you said you don’t get cold….”
“I don’t.”
She grumbles, looking away. There’s a scarf in her hands and she’s already got half of it on his shoulder. Stupid Finn, stupid cold. She shouldn’t be doing this, she should stop. But he keeps wrapping it until it’s snug around his neck. She adjusts it then, runs her fingers through the hair that’s grown out of his hat.
“Dude, you’re like what? Thirty-one? And you’re still wearing little boy shorts.”
“What the!? I’m not that old! I’m twenty-one!”
“Thirty-one, twenty-one, what’s the difference?”
“Uh…like…” he pauses for a moment, counting his fingers “ten years.”
“Took ya a while.”
“Hehe, whateves.”
She looks down at his naked legs.
“There’s an ice storm outside, and you’re wearing shorts…kinda dumps the whole point of the sweater and scarf.”
“Eh, I’m cool.”
“Mmph.”
She crosses her arms, her fangs scrape her bottom lip. He smiles and squishes the puffy wrists of her sweater.
“Hehe, you look like a dead marshmallow.”
“Shut-upppp.”
She wiggles her arms away and crosses them again, still staring at his legs.
“Ugh! Just put some pants on! It’s freaking freezing!”
He giggles, plays with a bit of her hair that’s weaseled its way onto his shoulder.
“You sound like a Momma-Bear or somethin’.”
“What!? No I don’t!”
“Hehe, yeah ya do!”
“No way! Ugh. Wear your stupid shorts, I don’t care.”
She floats away, her cheeks burning beneath her hair. Stupid, stupid, stupid Finn. She doesn’t care about him. So what if he gets the cold-sicks or whatever, it’s not like it’ll kill him or anything.
“Hmph…”
She hears him shuffle around. He climbs up the ladder to his room. Prolly gonna jump out the window or something dumb like that. He may be grown up, but he’s definitely still a kid, and she doesn’t think that just because she’s a thousand years older. No, she’s pretty sure he’ll never be any version of normal. Suddenly he slides down, landing clean right next to her.
“Oh my glo-”
The rest of her statement is lost in uproarious laughter.
“What?! They’re the only pants I have!!”
His face goes red and Marceline wipes her eyes, staring at Finn’s pants. They’re poofy and blue, like his shorts, but made out of some kind of scratchy raincoat material and, oh man, they’re poofy. Over all he just looks redonk.
“Hahaha! What a dork.”
“…Are we gonna play in the snow or not?”
She laughs again and tucks the loose part of his scarf in so it won’t fall away.
“Hehe, let’s go.”


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Written and drawn for Krissy