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With the winter drizzle slowly seeping away, Marinette found herself drawn back to the balcony.
This happened every year around the same time. As the thermometer broke above 15 degrees Celsius, so too did Marinette break above her room to enjoy Paris skies. This year, unlike most, had been unseasonably...unreasonable. For one week in December it had snowed, blizzard-like even! Just as quickly as it came however it vanished, leaving a sticky and sloshy mess for January to clean up.
Marinette's balcony though didn't have "poor road conditions" or "high water hazards." So, as with every year, she ventured out with a bowl of sweets and a sketch pad. Though unlike every other year, she sensed more than saw a hint of a black flash across the sky. Before the girl could even wonder what had caused the slight breeze in her hair, bright green eyes were hanging above her head.
"Why hello there Princess!"
"bwWAH!" And with that, she knew she would never be allowed to relax on her balcony again.
After a slight (major) tumble, she found herself staring down into her room, and she turned to see a look of pure horror swiftly replaced by pure relief.
"Don't go falling for me yet little lady, we can't have you breaking that pretty face of yours." Chat said with his everlasting grin.
After what seemed like ages, thoughts finally began to form in her mind. Thoughts like, "why is Chat Noir on my roof?" and "how am I flying above my room?" or even "why oh WHY does my belt feel too tight? but only in the front?" And as these inquiries swirled in a mental pond of confusion, one question that she hadn't willed forward began rushing out.
"CHAT NOIR WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR'E DOING?!"
He physically recoiled at the sudden outburst, although he should have expected as much. Coming out of nowhere to HER balcony on top of HER house? What WAS he thinking? "I-um well I just, oof-why am I stammering?" Quickly pulling her up by her waistband (well that answers two of my questions) he gently placed her back onto the balcony. Starting again, she could see his shoulders sag slightly.
Looking at the floor, he admitted quietly, "I just wanted to say hi."
A wave of guilt flooded over her like the melting snow had flooded the streets of Paris. Had her reaction really cut at him so much? Taking a breath to finally recover from the dangerous fall, she spoke gently to him. "Thank you for stopping by Chat, I'm sorry I snapped at you because of my own klutziness."
And as she looked up at him through her eyelashes with her head slightly bent forward, she watched his smile barely, but oh so obviously return to his face. And it quickly exploded into a full blown Cheshire grin. "Well, you're just lucky I was here to save you from that fur-ful height Princess."
Wow. That was clearly his worst pun that week.