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Though she’d never admit it out loud, Marinette loved Chat Noir’s cat tendencies.
He prefered to call them quirks, but they were definitely cat tendencies. They were too feline-based to be quirks.
Right now, she was watching him play with a ball of yarn. “Don’t get tangled, kitty,” she teased, knowing it would happen anyway. It always did.
“I won’t, Princess,” Chat assured her, and she chuckled. It’s only a matter of time now.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Chat Noir was wrapped in red string. “A little help here, Princess?” he asked, trying to remain dignified and failing.
“Of course, you silly cat,” Marinette sighed in fond exasperation, making her way over. He’d managed to get his wrists knotted together, the main reason he was trapped right now.
“You know, Princess,” Chat Noir purred, causing Marinette to pause. “If you wanted to kiss me, I’m not in a position to resist.”
Marinette choked as the comment registered. “I should leave you like this for that.”
“So you’d leave me tied up in your room?” Chat asked with a sly wink. “I can’t say I don’t like the sound of that.”
Marinette snorted. Yeah, right. As if. “Keep dreaming, kitty.”
She followed it up with a punch to the face to rid the cat of his smug smirk.