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"NO!" Marinette said in the voice that meant ‘no freaking way I'd do it’.
"It's a part of your nature," Plagg purred. "You will do it even against your mind and will, why would you suffer and resist the force of nature when you can go along with it?"
"BECAUSE IT'S NOT RIGHT!" Marinette shrieked from her place, furiously blushing and dying from embarrassment with a very bright redness.
"Just wait for your Bug to come... Or rather, your petite pate à choux?" Plagg smirked. Marinette screamed in her pillows.
***
"Something is not right," Adrien frowned, ready to open the door to his room.
"What do you feel?" Tikki asked, tensing as well.
"I won't say that it's a bad kind of not right," he scratched his chin, "it’s just… I feel that something will wait for me inside my room."
"Maybe one of your friends left a present?" Tikki suggested, relaxing a bit.
"It's an option," Adrien agreed, opening the door.
And coming face to face with Lady Noire.
"Uh, hi, Lad..." Adrien started but Lady Noire grabbed him and pushed inside, closing the door with the flick of her braid-tail. "What are you..."
Lady Noire immediately jumped in his arms and started to rub her face and cheeks against his.
That was weird, not that he minded her actions. Adrien vaguely remembered that cats showed affection this way but... Surely, Lady Noire wasn't an actual cat so she had no reason to do it, right?
"Lady Noire," Adrien tried to call her again.
As if in a dream, she slowly opened her eyes, glanced at his confused face and all fogginess and dreaminess in her eyes seemed to disappear.
"A-Adrien?" She squeaked, before looking around and squeaking one more time, jumped from his arms. Then she, for some unknown reason, tried to touch her butt, pull something there with the zipping sound, reddened for some reason and without any other word jumped out of the window.
"What was that?" Adrien asked Tikki, looking around.
"I have an idea," Tikki answered, flying towards the corner of the room. Then she checked the other three and, cackling aloud, returned back to him. "And as I thought, all your corners are wet."
"So?"
"I know what that was. You sure want to know what that was?"
"Yes."
"Well, she..."
***
"... you marked your squishy quiche and labeled his room," Plagg was laughing. "I warned you."
Marinette just groaned and continued taking the toilet paper.