"The Design."

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That evening, Marinette sat at her desk in her studio her graphics tablet infront of her, pen to the screen scribbling some design variations using the original designs Gabriel had given her to look at.

Her little kwamii watched her holder work from a shelf that had a plate of mini cookies.

She had first started off her modifications by pointing out what made the designs inappropriate for the summer time, and then pointing out what made the designs 'Agreste' .

The last thing she wanted was to edit the organic design so much that it would no longer seem as though it they were designed by Mr. Agreste.

The mood lighting in her studio by her desk really puts her in the right mindset to work.

She had her head phones on listening to a random playlist. The amber tinned glasses that sat on her nose bridge slid down her face. She removed them and set them down on the table before leaning back in her seat. She had settled on the new colour pallets for this line. Quite proud of herself she stood up and out of her chair.
She walked to the long couch nearby and dropped onto it from exhaustion.

She got a clear view of the her designs from that position.

She couldn't seem to get her eyes off of one of her unfinished designs that sat on a mannequin at the far back of her studio. She had lost her motivation when it came to actually seeing the design.

Her eyes felt heavy.

'I think I can work with this.' She felt herself drift into a tired slumber.

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