halo said goodbye and

“Please stop shouting at me!” Marceline shouts, voice cracking on every upswing.The reasonable parts of her are dimly aware, of course, that she’s the only one doing so. Bonnie’s doing her calm and collected act— or at least trying to, while also flipping through eight different books at a time with the fervor of a starving yet very picky person in a grocery store. She’s not shouting at all; she’s just kind of muttering and sighing and nagging, nagging, nagging. But when Marceline’s reasonable parts call her out for inaccuracy, it just makes her want to shout at herself too.“I haven’t been sick in like a thousand years,” she grumbles instead, softer but no less petulant. “I forgot how much it sucks. And I can’t even sing about it because my stupid throat hurts.”