In Which Garnet Devours a Man

Further mis-adventures of Garnet and her ordinary alter ego Carla

Carla carefully lets herself into Shaggmire’s virtual gallery. Tiptoes tentatively.

“Garnet?.... Garnet?” she calls softly. A slight echo responds..

“Where is that troublemaker?” Carla whispers in exasperation.

Around the first corner something catches her eye... a guitar leaning up against the wall, and... her alter ego reclining beside it, smiling.

“There you are! You’d disappeared for so long... I had to use the ‘activity’ link to track you down!” Carla glances at the guitar... then at Garnet. Garnet, guitar. “Uh,” she says suspiciously, “What kind of ‘activity’ has been going on here?”

“Well, you said,” Garnet pipes up defensively, “That I could visit our deviantART friends.” She tries unsuccessfully to suppress a smile.

“I said,” states Carla sternly, “that you could socialize IF you agreed to ‘play nice!’” she pauses as she slowly takes in the situation. Stoops to retrieve a guitar pick from the floor.

“But you’ve.... devoured him!” Carla looks accusingly at her alter ego.

Garnet lowers her gaze. Studies her fingernails. Her penitential demeanor, however, is betrayed by her signature satisfied smile. “Yeah...” she says softly, as she gently takes the guitar pick from Carla’s fingers, “He was delicious.” She gazes upward, recalling the sensation. Licks guitar pick. “Sweet, and complex. You know.” she says dreamily, “Sort of like chocolate... or butterscotch.”

Carla places hands on hips. Stares reprovingly at Garnet. Throws hands up in the air. “What am I going to do with you!” she exclaims.

In exasperation Carla snatches the guitar pick back. Looks at it for a moment, suddenly, as if hypnotized. Licks it. “Mmm...” *smiles*
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