chapter 17

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YOOO im back to editing this lmao irl school hit me like a bus but atm am sick so i am stuck in my room but i get to edit and put out more chaps for you so yayaya

2/10/24 | its such a coincidence that second time editing this i am also sick bro pls author always gets sick 😔
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     MARINETTE woke up that day in a bit of a blur.

Wait, wasn't I on the balcony last night?

Did Chat carry her in bed?

Curious, she shot up, reaching out for her phone.

you
chat
what happened last night?

Adrien had just started eating breakfast when he got her notification.

princess
chat what happened last night?

you
u fell asleep

princess
i did?

you
all the baking probably tired u
out or smtg

princesd
did u carry me inside?

you
no
u floated inside the house :^

princess
haha funny now /srs pls

you
yes i carried u inside
i didnt wanna let u sleep
outside on the cold hard floor

princess
aww u care abt me
who knew

you
ofc i do
and u do too

princess
whats that supposed to mean

you
*1 attachment*

Curious, she clicked on the video to see her asleep soundly against his chest, and he was stroking her head and calling her "precious". Her hand then reached out and hugged him, Chat pointing the camera at his quite flushed face and then her again.

princess
oh

you
see

princess
u called me precious..?

you
because you are?

princess
since when

you
since forever idiot

Marinette laughed in flattery. She'd never had someone call her that before.

Realising she had to get ready for school, she got up and quickly got ready. Drinking some chocolate milk and packing up the croissants she and Chat made yesterday for Alya, Adrien and Nino try, she walked to school.

Adrien had just finished breakfast. He sighed, heading into his settings app and changing his wallpaper. As much as he didn't want to, he had to, you never know who would catch a glimpse of Marinette as his wallpaper and reveal his identity. At least he could change it back the second he got home.

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