Late Night Conversation

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CN's POV:

"Chat?", I peak over my shoulder to see Marinette rapped in a blanket. "Good evening Marinette. Is it a good evening?" I wonder. She comes to stand next to me, "the usual. What brings you to my fine domain?". I dangle the lost charm in front of her eyes, "ring any bells? A friend told me you dropped it in class". She sighs in relief as she takes it and holds it close to her heart. I quirk an eyebrow "who's the lucky guy?". She punches me in the shoulder "none of your business, you curious cat!", she blushes lightly. Probably because of the cold.

"Did you come here solely to give me my charm back?" She's totally judging me. "Maybe", truth is I just wanted an excuse to leave the house. "How would Ladybug feel about you using your powers just to deliver a package?" I mean, it's my miraculous so... She'd still probably be mad. "Well, I guess I'm lucky that Ladybug isn't here at the moment, then, aren't I?" I smirk at her. She rolls her eyes as a small smile traces her lips.

Marinette's POV:

I appreciate the gesture but why is he here? I sense that something is troubling him. Should I ask? It's not any of my business though, but maybe he needs to talk about it. I decide to ask him, "Chat, is something troubling you? I know we aren't particularly close or anything but... I'm here for you, if that changes anything". He chuckles, however he doesn't seem amused. He keeps his gaze down, towards the entrance of our boulangerie, "nothing out of the ordinary. I guess I've been letting it pile up for a while and now it's threatening to spill over...". What does he mean by that?

He, however, stays silent for a few minutes. I don't want to press him but it seems like he needs to get it out. I nudge him slightly with my forehead, "I'm listening". He finally looks over to me, I can't quite make out the features of his face, only his eyes glow a melancholic green; "I've always felt left out, excluded, an outcast... Ever since I was little, and especially after my Mother's death, I was never surrounded by people of my age, well... That's not entirely true, actually, there was one person but she's changed so much, I can hardly recognize her. Anyway, after I started advertising my Father's company I gained a following of thousands of fans. The only trouble is that they admire me for My Father's work and not for me...", he looks away, "I guess no one really cares. Sorry, it must be annoying to hear me complain about all this".

His story reminds me a lot of someone else I know. How strange. "Chat, I can't begin to comprehend what you've been going through. Someone I know is in a similar situation and I wish I could do something to...help him, in any way. But, every time I try to talk to him, I get so shy and I can barely say a sentence before I start talking gibberish. He must think I'm mental", I laugh to myself.

"I don' think that I'll ever be able to help him, let alone talk to him like a normal person, if I don't sort out this problem. That's why, if I can't help him then I want to at least help you, in any way I can". The black superhero looks back up and smiles, as he grabs my hand and squeezes it gently, he thanks me "if I may ask, who is this person you're trying to help so desperately?". I don't see why I couldn't tell him, he probably doesn't even know him. Actually, his face is kind of all over Paris so I'd be highly surprised if he didn't. I hesitate before finally answering: "Adrien Agreste".

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