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Marinette takes her sweet time about it. After all, Adrien had. And it isn’t as though she has any reason to be jealous about Adrien being suddenly fixated on the red and black polka-dotted superheroine fighting the supernatural minions of this Papillon guy.
“Mmhm,” she says absently as Adrien gabbles excitedly about how Ladybug had been right there dude like right there when she saved me looking right at me and we’re probably soulmates or something. Atop her head, Plagg groans and stuffs two pawfuls of her hair into their ears.
She tunes him out and scowls a little as she sketches out a particularly complex braid of lace on a dress.
“Oh, uh,” Adrien says, his tone apologetic. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to gush so much.”
“No problem,” Marinette says absently.
“I mean, I just kinda assumed you liked Ladybug,” he continues. She can hear the quiet skritch-skritch as he scratches at the back of his head in a familiar nervous gesture. “I mean, she’s just so amazing.”
“That’s nice,” Marinette says. “When’s the wedding?”
“Mari,” Adrien whines, flopping down next to her.
“Have the two of you even gone out on a date yet?” Marinette says, closing her sketchbook and looking at him. “Or are you two even exclusive?”
Panic flits across Adrien’s features. “Oh no,” he breathes. “What if she’s seeing someone?”
“I can assure you that she isn’t,” Marinette says.
Adrien’s beautiful, beautiful brows knit together in confusion. “Uh, no offense Mari,” he says, “but how would you know that?”
Her sudden brilliant grin lights the room. “Tikki,” she says to the room at large. “Say hi.”