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He couldn’t believe it’d been three months, three long months of excruciating torture since he’d gotten his hands on some of those yummy croissants he loved from Marinette’s bakery. He didn’t know how he’d survived those long months without those flaky pastries yet here he stood outside her skylight, hoping she’d let him in and give him one. He didn’t know if he could survive waiting another night, let alone another minute, without one in his hands. He didn’t want to think what he might be capable of doing if he didn’t get one soon.
Anxious, he tapped harder than he’d meant to on her skylight and waited for her to answer him.
He swore she couldn’t know his desperation with how long she took to answer his knock, almost mewling in his agony of tasting one.
“Chat, it’s late. What’s going on?”
“I’m desperate, princess. Do you mind indulging me for a tiny favor?”
She quirked her brow at him, waiting for him to explain himself.
“I’m dying for a croissant, princess. Please, purrty please, may I have one?”
“Really? You came all this way for a croissant?” Her arms crossed over her chest as she quizzed him, feeling impish as he turned his kitten eyes on her. She could only hope he never learned how well that look actually worked on her, almost as good as Manon’s babydoll eyes.
“Paw-lease, princess. I’m desperate.” His hands came together in front of him in a silent prayer, hoping she wouldn’t tease him too much as she usually did.
Her finger tapping her chin didn’t bode well for him, but she surprised him by laughing at his pathetic pout and gestured for him to follow her inside.
As he settled in her chair, she hurried downstairs to the bakery where her father kept all the day-old goods for donation and pulled out a few croissants, heating them up quickly. She prepared a small plate for him with a few other pastries from the pile, grabbing some extra cookies for Tikki as an afterthought.
When she returned, she found Chat practically kneeling beside her on the floor, groveling as she held the plate of prize croissants.
“My, you’re truly a needy kitten right now, Chat. Have you really been so deprived these past few months?”
“You have no idea, princess,” he said, taking the top croissant and gulping it down in a few bites. He groaned around the large bites as the flaky pastry melted on his tongue and sent him into a nirvana-like state.
She giggled at his antics. “Enlighten me.”
“Hmm?”
“What would you have done if you couldn’t have a croissant tonight?”
He ran his hand through his hair as his nerves calmed from finishing the first croissant. He felt better, but her question gave him pause as he considered how far he’d been willing to go for the pastry.
Lighting upon one idea, he smirked at her. “I’d have howled on your balcony all night.”
“Well, that certainly wouldn’t do, would it? I imagine you’d wake the entire neighborhood doing that. Then, your visits would have to stop.”
He frowned at that, not wanting that to happen. He didn’t know what he’d do if he couldn’t see Marinette or eat the sweets from her family’s bakery.
“How about sneak into the bakery and steal one then?”
She grinned at him as she said, “Impossible. Papa installed an alarm a couple years back to prevent thieves. You’d have a police record then, which means we could no longer be friends.”
His frown grew though she continued to smirk at him.
“Well, I could I would murder someone, but I don’t think you’d associate with me after that, either. Though, I have to admit I was getting pretty desperate.”
“Yeah, I don’t condone croissant murder, kitty, even if we do make the best croissants in Paris.” She sent him a smile as she considered her poor partner and his life if he couldn’t indulge in some sweets now and then. “Well, I’ll be sure to save a few extra whenever you don’t show after a few days. How does that sound?”
“Sounds wonderful, princess. You’re the best. Then, we won’t have to worry about any incidents of croissant murder committed by me in the future.”
She booped his nose even as she shook her head, hiding her smile lest she encourage him more.