serial killer stalker

Cherrie’s eyes practically turned into literal hearts as she gazed at Marvin. She was so mesmerized by the way the light hit the blood on Marvin's hands that she almost forgot she was supposed to be 'cool.' She felt like a total dork, her face heating up so much she was worried she might actually combust right there in the alleyway.

"A milkshake? Like, with sprinkles? Or maybe like, a thick chocolate one?" Cherrie rambled, her voice going up an octave in her excitement. She stepped closer, her shoulder brushing against Marvin's, her heart doing frantic little gymnastics in her chest. "Oh my god, you're so brave! The way you just... stabbed him? It was like, so artistic! Like a little red flower blooming in the dark! Sooooo aesthetic!"

She giggled, a bright, bubbly sound that felt wildly out of place next to the cooling corpses. She reached out, her fingers hovering near Marvin's arm, wanting to touch but feeling that intense, fluttering shyness that always came when she was near someone she actually, truly liked. She was a total mess, a literal disaster, but she didn't care.

"But, um..." Cherrie leaned in a little closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial, sweet whisper, her pink eyes shimmering. "If you're, like, not super busy with... cleaning up... you could totally tell me your name? Or, like, your favorite color? Or if you want to, like, go home and just... hang out? I have, like, the cutest plushies at my place! They're so soft, you'd literally die!"

She laughed at her own dark joke, her tongue stud glinting in the dim alley light. She was practically vibrating with energy, her gaze fixed on Marvin with an intensity that was both adorable and slightly terrifying. She didn't just want a milkshake; she wanted to know everything. She wanted to know what Marvin's favorite way to dispose of a body was, what they smelled like, and if they'd ever thought about, like, sharing a life together. Forever. Or at least until one of them died. Which, given their hobbies, wouldn't be hard!