Borderline

rumors & blondes

Working with Adrien was becoming the challenge of the century. As trying as he was, he seemed to distract Marinette from sinking deeper into the negative thoughts that had been plaguing her brain. Who would have pegged that working with a mentally unstable man would bring such equilibrium to her quality of mind?

Currently, she was about to step in the shower and rinse off her clay mask. It had hardened, making her look like Frankenstein, due to its green coloring. Nothing else quite relaxed her soul like a eucalyptus facial. Spa night was one thing Marinette never skipped.

The scorching water soothed her strained muscles. Marinette allowed the spray to aim at her lips, remembering how Adrien rudely french kissed her, all for one dumb, chewed up carrot. 

Despite being caked with disorders, what was the exact idea that allowed Adrien to think that force kissing his caregiver was acceptable?

Had he really never had a mother before? Obviously, the man had one, biologically speaking. Well, her parents weren't really ones to brag about, either. However, she didn't blame them for kicking her out the day after high school graduation. It forced her to gain crazy amounts of independence.

These thoughts, and a surplus of others, cascaded Marinette's brain, while shutting off the shower faucet, wrapping herself in a white towel and allowing a fitful sleep to overcome her.

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Marinette had just enjoyed a slow, relaxing ride to work. It was one where the windows were rolled all the way down and her favorite music was blasted, and she could sing aloud comfortably. 

Not to say that the dark headed woman did. 

The early morning sunlight trickling in through warmed her soul, as well as her freckled skin. Clacking could be heard in the main office sector of the asylum, as Marinette decided to dress up a smidge and wear polished heels with a fluttery dress. Every girl wanted to feel pretty from time to time, and today was just one of those days. Looking nice coincided directly with feeling confident. She did, however, make sure her clothing was tasteful, and would not give Adrien hollow insinuations.

Upon arriving at her cubicle, Marinette sat down her bag of paperwork. Starting out at a new job, especially one this prestigious, was never dull. Everyday, Marinette was expected to type, print, and send reports on Adrien's gradual progress. For one hour each day, before meeting Adrien, she was expected to research new techniques on how to best counsel him. It was exhausting, but every inch of improvement seen by the inexperienced woman was somewhat fulfilling.

Once Marinette entered the copy room, she slid the stack of paper she was going to fax to her supervisor into the printer. Rolling her shoulders, she tried to expunge the thriving pain from bending over her desk. A light sigh passed her lips in relief. The amount of paper that still needed to be faxed was endless, and ate up too much of her time.

Taking a breather, she decided to make a much needed cup of coffee in the break room. The papers could inject themselves into the machine on their own, and didn't require any effort on her behalf. Quickly stopping by her desk, Marinette collected her favorite mug and made haste to the glorified coffee pot. Just as she topped off her caffeine injection with a splash of cream and three sugars, Marinette heard a person clear their throat behind her.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the newbie who hooked up with the hottest patient here. My, my. You must really enjoy your romps under the sheets if you're dressing up this much for him," a blonde haired woman insinuated, a sneer thickly coating her caked face.