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Marinette bit on her pencil for what might have been the hundredth time. Might be. She stopped counting at thirty five. Being an artist was a pain in the ass sometimes. And by sometimes she meant most of the time. She huffed annoyed with herself and took a sip of her coffee. It was coffee this time, not her painting water, luckily. But back to the main problem. Marinette’s blue eyes were fixed on the paper trying to come with a good idea for the upper side of the dress. The skirt was perfectly pictured in her mind and so was the train, but the corset and sleeves gave her problems. She needed something outstanding. Wait…
Marinette’s face lit up as a little idea bloomed in the corner of her mind. She was about to start drawing when she heard an odd sound coming from the roof. Well, not exactly her roof, but the apartment building roof. Did the neighbor's kid try to steal the baby monkey from the zoo again? Marinette grunted in frustration, her idea forgotten. She got up and listened carefully. The sound seemed to get closer and Marinette grabbed one of the slippers and got up. Was it a stray cat yowling? Was it a serial killer? Either way her pink slipper with flowers will be the reason of their death.
“I'm king of the highway, Prince of the boulevard, Duke of the avant-garde, the world is my backyard.”
Marinette frowned as she climbed up to her balcony. She looked around and she almost groaned. Not the kind of yowling stray she expected, but oh well. She closed one eye and aimed, her tongue stuck out in concentration.
“Calcutta to Rome or home, sweet home, in Paris, magnifique, you aaaaahhhhhhhh”
Marinette watched unimpressed as Chat Noir fell off the chimney and faceplanted the floor centimeters away from her feet. He looked up, annoyance clear. Until he noticed who threw off his groove.
“Why Princess, didn’t anybody tell you there are laws again harming animals?”
“There are laws against disturbing the peace as well, but it doesn’t seem to stop you.”
Before Chat could reply, Marinette grabbed his bell and picked him off the ground. He didn’t seem to be that phased by the fact a girl who was one head shorter than him lifted him up like the was weighting nothing. Marinette gave him her sweetest smile then dropped him over the balcony's railing. She turned around, dusting her hands off and whistling happily.
Time to get back to my dress design.
Chat Noir vaulted over her head landing gracefully in front of her.
Or not.
“Well, princess, that was awfully rude.”
“Not my fault you lived under the impression I was nice.”
“I still think that you are nice.” he smirked at her, making Marinette narrow her eyes.
Alright, let’s go in swooning mood. Maybe she’ll get rid of him like that.
“Oh, Chat!” Marinette faked a longing sigh while taking two big steps towards him. “ Whenever I think of you I have to touch myself.” she put her hands on his chest and looked straight into his eyes while a blush started spreading over his cheeks.”This translates to I rub my temples because you give me a fucking migraine.”
She doubted she ever saw Chat so offended. He put on a classy demeanor and smiled at her.
“Ah princess, you are so sweet. As sweet as a lemon.”
Marinette glared. Oh, he wanted war? War be it!
Needless to say, she didn’t get to finish the design that night. She didn’t even get too much sleep. All because she was caught having a sass off with Chat Noir. Which surprisingly, it was worth it. Mostly because he got Marirekt.
Given she wasted her Friday night on her balcony sassing the shit out of a boy in a cat leather suit, she decided to be productive on Saturday night. The designing was going good, she only had to color the dress and it would be perfect. She was trying color palettes on a separate piece of paper when there was a knock on the window. Marinette was surprised to see a pair of green eyes staring at her. She sighed and opened the window. Chat Noir entered the room with all his cat grace. He cleared his throat and looked pointedly at her.
“And another thing!”
Marinette groaned.
Apparently, you shouldn’t get in an argument (or sass battle) with Chat Noir ever because he will show in your room at oddly hours with another argument or comeback he remembered while in the shower. After the fifth time he did that, Marinette just left the window open. And they did more than sass each other, sure. They played video games and had conversations about their favorites movies and books and things like that. While Chat was stuffing his face with food like he was having pain au chocolat for the first time in his life. Saying it was odd was a misunderstanding. And a voice in her head which sounded ridiculously much like Tikki was screaming at her that she was making a big mistake.
But, hey, what’s the worst thing that could happen?