Who would talk for him? Plagg? I can see that going wrong on soooooo many different - and amusing - levels.
Felix: Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I am aware of a certain incongruousness in my recent communications with you. I apologize.
Marinette: (waving nervous hands back and forth between them) Oh! No, no, no, no! You d-don't need to apologize. I apologize for misunderstanding you. It's my fault, really. I-
Felix: (starting to sweat under the collar at her nerves) No. I insist. My interactions were less than clear and it is my place to apologize.
Marinette: (clearly confused) Ummm, oookay? Wh-What f-f-for?
Plagg (phasing through Felix's shirt collar with all the tact and fanfare of the Exodus) For being a total cheesehead over a Chat Noir plushie of himself, of course.
Felix pales noticibly.
Marinette: (whisper shrieks) *PLAGG! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!?!*
Plagg: (makes a rude noise) Saving this poor dope's chances. That's what. Now. Are you two going to kiss or do I need to go cataclysm a plush toy?
Anyway, thank you for your lovely comment! I hope you continue to enjoy this little romp through Felix's angsty headspace! <3
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