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The wind picked up right as Marinette blew the dandelion, making all of its seeds smack at Félix’s face. He fell to his butt with a yelp, hands flying to his eyes.
Marinette coughed on a laughter, scrambling forwards to check on the curling frame over the grass and help him sit up.
“Aww,” she let out between fits of giggles, wiping his scrunched face specked with dandelion seeds as he sat up. “That means you loooove me!”
She crushed their noses together, palms scrunching his cheeks even more. It was an incredibly ineffective way to clean off the dandelion’s seeds, but she didn’t care. And by the way he giggled and pushed back against her face, he didn’t either.