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The more I think about it, the more I believe I didn't really kiss Adrien.
Does she remember anything?
I mean, she looked embarrassed when I looked at her so, maybe?
I mean, I remember it happening but I also… don't. I don't remember any events leading up to it.
Maybe I just imagined it?
I should ask. She's probably extremely confused.
I should ask Adrien. He probably knows. If his memory's fine as well.
But what would I ask? If she doesn't remember, she'll just get more confused.
Wait, why wouldn't his memory be fine?
Nothing happened to him.
I could ask about Charlie.
She's hard to forget.
Well, I think nothing happened to him, right?
She has to have been the most adorable ten year old I've ever seen. She had cute black pigtails and the peachest skin ever.
Alya said all she needed was a pair of bluebell eyes and she would have looked almost identical to Marinette.
Charlie punched him a bunch of times, but can punches do that much damage to your memory?
What kind of dumb question is that? I of all people should know that.
Wait… who's Charlie?
She was also extremely smart. She was basically the tour guide for the field trip to the museum.
Bless her for being such a spectacle. The class actually quit bothering us about the kiss.
I guess he was basically an older version of Manon if he was punching Adrien.
Why was Charlie punching Adrien?
Ah perfect, another thing to blame Plagg for.
Better question: how did a nine year old give a fifteen year old amnesia by hitting him?
Wait, no. That wasn’t Plagg's fault.
It was Tikki’s.
That kid was nine, right?
To be fair, Tikki didn’t mean to trip me; she was just in a rush.
On the other hand, who told her leaving Marinette’s bag was a bright idea?
Now that I think about it, maybe Charlie didn’t exist. Maybe he’s a figment of my imagination.
I mean, come on, it’s Tuesday. What’s a nine year old doing in a museum on a Monday morning?
Wait, I didn’t say Monday, I said Friday.
Right?
I get that she panicked when she felt Dusuu’s presence but still.
No, Marinette, you idiot . It’s Wednesday.
Yes, Sunday.
What’s a nine year old doing in a museum on a Thursday morning?
Yeah, that’s ri- wait-
She could have been caught! I mean, I almost saw her!
I say almost because I now realise that eight hours ago I was a blind dunce who couldn’t tell the difference between his classmate and his classmate wearing a masquerade mask.
Dieu, I think my memory is getting worse!
And then Plagg for whatever reason decided it would be smart to-
Well, actually, following Tikki was surprisingly a very smart call.
That was pretty responsible of Plagg.
What he did after though-
Alright Marinette, don’t panic, just relax.
Try and remember something that happened with Charlie.
Just try and remember how… the sky was falling!
This idiot made the roof cave in on itself.
Wait, what the hell-
I don’t know how, why or what the heck Plagg’s excuse is because I never got the chance to ask him but I do know that he brought the Louvre’s ceiling crashing to the ground .
That has to be a figment of my imagination.
I’ve never seen so much panic in my life.
The sky cannot fall.
People almost died.
Why do I feel the sudden urge to blame Plagg for this?