"Are these visits going to become a regular thing?" Marinette rolled her eyes as she spun in her chair slowly to face him. "Its nothing like that. After your little drop in I realized how strangers seeing my room would be almost as mortifying as the guy who was featured in it. So I took it all down, but nothing else has changed." Brushing the tip of her shoe over the wood flooring she swung herself back to face the monitor, continuing to draw. "Oh. I just didn't want to be responsible for you giving up is all. I was out of line last time.. I'm sorry." Marinette dared not look back at the pathetic voice, aware she'd find her resolve melting into pools of brilliant green that pleaded for forgiveness. "I like the pin-cushion. We're fine. And I still like Adrien so stop worrying pussy cat."
With her tongue creeping up over one side of her lip, she focused on the piece she was attempting to complete. It was a stylish knitted cap with three familiar colored stripes running over the rim of the cap horizontally in two place, yet to be colored in fully. "Should I make it match the scarf or perhaps black to match his shirt?" As she tapped her chin in thought, Chat had crept closer to observe her design. "A knitted cap? It doesn't look your style princess." Marinette nodded as she added a few texture lines. "Because its not for me. Its supposed to be a matching piece for a gift I gave Adrien for his birthday." She was surprised by the lack of teasing or prodding as a moment of silence followed. "What was the other piece?" He finally asked, crossing his arms with his tail flicking about.For some reason he seemed displeased which was almost enough to make her turn her attention toward him. Almost. "A scarf. But in the end he didn't think it was from me. Which was okay. I'm worried the same thing might happen for Christmas so I'm preparing a gift ahead to figure out my plan of action." Chat stood beside her now, one hand on his hip and the other scratching his scalp in confusion.
"I don't quite follow. He didn't think it was from you? Plan of action?" She supposed without hearing a bit more detail the skeleton of the story was rather hard to piece together. "Well for his birthday I knitted him a scarf, but I didn't have the courage to give it to him during school. I ended up dropping it off at the mail slot to his manor, but I naturally forgot to sign it. He had a party that day and I managed to.. er.. find the gift and leave a note with my name on it. The next day he came to school wearing it which I was totally elated, but I overheard him say it was a gift from his father. I'm not really sure how that came to pass, but Adrien looked so happy to have gotten it from his dad that I didn't have the heart to tell him. That also must mean his dad didn't get him anything? Or maybe I am wrong, but either way I want to make sure he gets this gift too even if it still means he never knows it was from me again. Its worth it to see him look so cheerful."
Marinette managed to save the file, glancing at Chat who was again uncharacteristically soundless. His eyes were burning holes into the screen as he pursed his lips. "Is he... upset?" She moved to place a hand on his arm to shake him from what ever possibly unpleasant thoughts were running through his head, but halted as he turned to face her and grip her shoulders once more. "What did that boy do to deserve a girl like you, huh?" His eyes were glistening slightly, his expression tender and warm. Marinette had seen the countless faces of Chat Noir, but this one was new. He looked vulnerable and sweet, nothing like his usual playful or confident nature. Fighting back the urge to stroke his golden locks, she tilted her lips upward at one side, cocking a brow. "Flattery will get you no where alley cat. But thats a sweet thing to say." To her surprise he gently removed his mitts from her, turning his attention back to the screen, lost in thought once more.
For the rest of the night up until his departure Chat Noir seemed content to observe her without a word, which made Marinette slightly uneasy, but she could tell he was in an odd place and didn't want to upset him further. As he climbed through the trap door to leave she called out to him. "Chat." He cast a curious gaze her way, halting his ascension. "If you're good maybe I'll make you something too." He flashed her his usual cocky smirk with a wink to her relief. "I'll have to be on my best behavior. I look forward to it Princess." They said their goodnights, hearing the click of the residential door open as her parents returned from shopping. Tikki phased through the floor, checking to see if the coast was clear before floating to her partner's side. "Did you have fun with Chat Noir?" Marinette smiled, looking up at the sky light. "Pawssibly."
