Wow chapter ten already- the plot seems so dry um anyways lezgo :D
edit 21/3/22: yeah bro its called slow burn
30/9/24 | what am i doing...
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AS they descended down the ladder of her loft bed, Chat asks Marinette, "So, what did you do today?"
"Sketching, homework, except Physics, music, and yeah that's it," she said, sitting in her chair and spinning around lazily as she listed down her activities of the day.
"Cool, cool, now how about we get the Physics part done before we have some fun?" he suggested.
The bluenette laughed.
"You sound like a teacher," she remarked, pulling out her Physic books.
"Well, then, Mr. Noir, at your service," he joked, before proceeding to review the work.
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"Thank you thank you thank you!" she exclaimed as she finished the last question up. "You're really good at this, and now I know another person to help me with my Physics!"
"Who's the other people?" Chat asked curiously.
He knew the answer, but did want to hear what she would say.
"Oh, my friends Alya and Adrien. You know them, right?" she said to him, who bopped his head.
"Oh, the blogger and the model? Yeah we've crossed paths a few times," he said.
She shut her books closed and shoved them into her school bag.
"I don't know what I would've done without them, probably fail," she laughed.
Chat smiled.
"They seem like awesome friends," he remarked, and she nodded in agreement.
"Oh they are, the best I could wish for," she told him.
She kept the truth of her feelings towards Adrien to herself still; she didn't want him to know yet.
"So, are you going to finish the dress or what?" he asked.
"Oh right! Get the mannequin for me?" Chat pushed his out chair and rolled over to the mannequin, rolling it back to the desk.
"Thank you," Marinette thanked with a sing-song voice, pulling out her sewing needle.
The skirt needed some hand sewing curtesy of the amount of detail needed, but the girl was fine with it. She rather preferred hand sewing over the sewing machine, it was just that hand sewing would take much much longer.
Chat Noir watched as she weaved the needle in and out the fabric, her signature look of concentration plastered on her face. He leaned in a bit closer, but at the sound of her clicking her tongue, he flinched back. At this, she looked up.
"Oh, sorry, you were just blocking my light, I didn't mean to startle you," she apologised, the blond boy shaking it off.
"It's alright, I'll just help you get more light," he said, pulling out his baton.
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