The Miraculous Adventures of Marinette and Adrien

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I got ashes on ma forehead and I'm showin' em off.
I look at all the non-believers and they just scoff.
What's the matter? Are you bored?
That's probably cause you don't got The Lord!

#yes I am a professional rapper

Happy Ash Wednesday everybody!! I hope none of y'all didn't eat meat...
*peers suspiciously at readers*
Hmm.
Anyways, here's a new update, and I hope you all enjoy!!

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"Okay, so we have a bipolar, schizophrenic villain on our hands." Chat says plainly as I slide off his back.
"Don't make fun of him!" I smack Chat's arm.
"You can't hide the truth..." He smirks, "Like the fact that you're a pretty lady..."
I roll my eyes, but can't contain the blush beginning to form on my cheeks.
"I knew it!" Chat says, pointing at my cheeks.
My eyes go wide. Whatever he was going to say wouldn't help my reputation.
"You have freckles." He says simply, ignoring my rosy cheeks. "You're naturally spotted! That is so ironic." He chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah..." I say, staring at him, "So... About this bad guy?"
"He likes acting." He thinks thoughtfully for a second. "And snotting..."
Right on que, a teeth rattling sneeze shakes the building.
"But that's pretty much all he's got going for him." He scoffs, flexing his arm.
I roll my eyes, this time a blush no where near surfacing.
"C'mon Kitty Cat, think. What could his Akuma be?" I say, pondering myself.
"He's got a helmet? Wait... What was his character's name? Sir Dance-a-lot? Maybe he's got dancing shoes... Or a baton!" Chat reveals excitedly.
"Ya know..." I say, gripping my chin, "I think I saw a baton on him!"
Chat's eyes brighten, "Really?"
"Yeah... He had two sheaths... One for the sword I broke, and... One for the supposed baton?"
"Hey, it's worth a shot." He says hopefully, getting up from his crouch, his tail curling and uncurling.
"Ah, I haven't been Chat Noir on almost a week!" He smiles, stretching his arms over his head, "Lemme tell you, it's good to be back." He winks at me.
"Mm." I agree unenthusiastically.

Sure it was good having Chat back, but I was missing out on a date with Adrien!

"Why the long face, m'lady?" Chat asked, scooping my chin up to look into his bright green eyes.
"Is that your natural eye color?" I ask, squinting into his eyes.
"Is that your natural hair color?" He retorts.
"Are you kitten me?" I ask, smirking. "Of course it is!"
Chat Noir's eyes widen.
"Yeah, I know, I know. I would be such a better Chat Noir. But there is no time dwindling on that. We've got to catch the Akuma."
"It would seem that his voice has some hypnotic quality to it. Otherwise the people wouldn't have flocked to him. Mm." He groans, "Speaking of, I'm a little hungry for some quail."
"Why quail?" I ask, squinting my eyes in bewilderment.
"Same reason Plagg likes Camembert..."
"Which is...?" I ask, my eyebrow lifting into the sky.
"We're weird." He smiles cheekily.
I tap him on the nose. "For once you said something right."
He frowns at me, and I laugh.
"We should stop wasting time. Like you said, he might have some mind controlling voodoo stuff going on. We better get down there... Right meow."
I frown at him.
Oh gosh, what have I started?!?
"What's the plan?" He asks, following me to the edge of the building.
"Get his Akuma, which we are guessing is his baton."
"Anything a little less vague?" He raises his eyebrow.
"I'll distract him?" I smirk, and then jump off the building, Chat Noir close behind.