Oh god, someone kill me. I'll pay them. They will be able to tell their friends they killed the vampire queen. Just end this nightmare.
Marceline was sitting on the ground, her hands on her head. She had been waiting at the line to get a pasport for five days. Five. Freacking. Days. Was she that stupid so that she would spend time at a line, in Rose Garden, waiting for a passport? How hummiliating. Passing a hand through her hair, she sincerely hoped nobody recognised her, and no vampires were around, so that they wouldn't see her in this state.
It was awfully sunny too. Too hot. What a horrible feeling, being exposed to the heat for this long, waiting for a passport. How utterly annoying and humiliating.
Marceline was sitting on the ground, her hands on her head. She had been waiting at the line to get a pasport for five days. Five. Freacking. Days. Was she that stupid so that she would spend time at a line, in Rose Garden, waiting for a passport? How hummiliating. Passing a hand through her hair, she sincerely hoped nobody recognised her, and no vampires were around, so that they wouldn't see her in this state.
It was awfully sunny too. Too hot. What a horrible feeling, being exposed to the heat for this long, waiting for a passport. How utterly annoying and humiliating.