Marceline watches Orin float around and fixate on...her hair? She puts up one hand to see which of her bat barrettes has been chosen as the focus of the Meowstic's gaze and finds Zubat. As one of the two bats in her hair with no visible eyes, Zubat seems unconcerned. Marceline is a little less sure. Maybe she's just answered her own question.
She shifts where she sits, moving her own face to interrupt the gaze of the Meowstic, replacing Zubat's eyeless little face with hers. Just because she's physically unable to mesmerize with her eyes anymore doesn't stop her from staring the cat down - she's over a thousand years old and not easily intimidated.
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Marceline watches Orin float around and fixate on...her hair? She puts up one hand to see which of her bat barrettes has been chosen as the focus of the Meowstic's gaze and finds Zubat. As one of the two bats in her hair with no visible eyes, Zubat seems unconcerned. Marceline is a little less sure. Maybe she's just answered her own question.
She shifts where she sits, moving her own face to interrupt the gaze of the Meowstic, replacing Zubat's eyeless little face with hers. Just because she's physically unable to mesmerize with her eyes anymore doesn't stop her from staring the cat down - she's over a thousand years old and not easily intimidated.
"Yo. These ones are off limits, babe."