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"You say?" Indigo laughed, quickly thrusting noodles into the microwave and stirring the already hot sauce and chicken with green pepper and tiny cauliflower pieces. Then she poured it all onto three plates and sat down beside Ruby with them, three banana milkshakes and three melted Mars bars and cherry ice cream.
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Clapping his hands together, Marcel walked over to the table and sat across from Ruby. Leaning on the table with one elbow, he began fiddling around with the trinkets that adorned his person.
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"Meh. If you don't want it, I'll take it. Blood is Blood, Food is Food." Marcel said in a slight monotone. "But I'm not to hungry anyways. If you have food, I'll eat, if only to not waste it." While continuing to fiddle with his trinkets, he said, "So, Indigo. Anything. Interesting, happen lately?" Obviously not really caring, but trying to be as friendly as possible.
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Picking up the glass, Marcel took a long sip of the blood. "Heh, doesn't taste to bad. Different than, say, human blood. But not to bad." He stated matter of factly. Looking over to Indigo and then to Ruby, he waited for someone to say something, Anything.
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Sighing, Marcel took a deep swig of the animal blood. "The fact that you'd rather drink your own blood than an animal's is, to say the least..... intregeing." He mused. "Enlighten me, because there's a rather large 'drought' of human blood around here. And the 'Watcher' doesn't exactly like us feeding on other inmates."
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