#chcrmbug

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Best roleplay partner ever, it's amazing how we can talked so much, everything about our two dorks in love and even having threads and still up for more threads that we're planning now. Let me tell you that I'm glad I met you and please keep being awesome, senpai ❤❤❤

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( @chcrmbug )

the smooth tips of bare appendages steadily ascend ever so slightly so as to hover before a gaping hole out of which comprehensible words would have surely escaped had irrepressible astonishment not unexpectedly visited the observant youth. despite having witnessed innumerable occurrences that would have doubtlessly been described as completely unfathomable prior to the rather abrupt appearance of her benevolent guardians, there are still some abnormal incidents that manage to solicit a reaction of pure surprise from her. such as this unfamiliar individual's ability to move about as if the city itself is an enlarged playground or obstacle course, and those striking clothes that she currently dons only serve to amplify her surprise. not quite considering the odds of this memorable spectacle having not been meant for her eyes or those of the public in general, she does not prevent a query from sneakily tumbling forth.

❝       is this normal for you? ❞

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       “Okay, there he is!”

       “Do exactly what I told you to do. Take your time talking, and if you say ‘um’, that’s okay. But try not to say it too many times, he’ll notice. But who am I kidding?! I think its adorable, and I’m sure he does too.”

        “Good luck!! Go get him, Mari!”

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                       [ @chcrmbug]

— ♚ ;;

        It was late at night, Ladybug had already called it a night from their evening patrol over an hour ago, and yet Cat Noir found himself still running on the rooftops underneath the moonlight of Paris’ night sky.  

          He should go back home; however, Cat Noir couldn’t say he particularly wanted to go home quite just yet.  The night was still young, and he honestly had nothing better to do at the moment.  He had already finished all of his homework for school the next day, so it wasn’t like he needed to go run back home to finish up anything quite just yet.

          More than anything, Cat Noir wanted to enjoy the fresh air, and freedom for a little while longer.  After school tomorrow, he was going to be booked solid with photoshoots until the weekend was over.  He would, of course, make time for their nightly patrols; however, free time will be few and far between otherwise

          Cat Noir sighed to himself.  He didn’t mind modeling all that much and it was one of the few things where his father recognized he had talent in something, but he did wish he could have more time to himself, and do normal things other teenagers his age get to do.

          It wasn’t before long Cat Noir realized he was running around without paying much mind to where exactly he was running to.  He stopped in his tracks to see where he ended up.  Almost seemed like a coincidence that his subconscious took him into the direction of his school, the one source of freedom he had when he was Adrien.  

          All the lights seemed to be out in the building.  As it probably should be.  It was late, and no one should be at the school giving the hour; however, Cat Noir noticed a light on right across the street.  The bakery on the ground level had its lights turned off, and was obviously closed for business as was most of the house, but one light in the upper most level was still on.

          Now, Cat Noir had to admit he was curious to see who was awake.  It was almost 2 AM, surely any sane (normal non crime fighting) person would be asleep by now. He quickly hopped a couple more roofs to get a closer look at the bakery’s third level and he had to admit he was a little surprised to see who was awake at this hour.

             ❝ Marinette ❞ he said under his breath. 

          Wait, did Marinette always live right by the school?  

          A hypothetical question of course.  The bakery had always been there, and he knew Marinette’s parents owned a bakery, but he never realized how close it was to the school until just now. He felt like an idiot for never noticing until just now.  

          Though if she lived next door, Cat Noir couldn’t help, but wonder how she managed to be late.

          Then again, it wasn’t like he knew much about Marinette to begin with.  The extent of his knowledge is she’s a kind girl, who is also a tad shy, and a little bit of a klutz. She’s the current class president who sits behind him in class and has a knack for designing.

          Now Cat Noir found himself curious to what Marinette could be doing this time of night, and before he knew it, Cat Noir found himself gravitating towards her window to see what she was up to; however, from where he was he didn’t have a very good view, and her house was at the corner, so there wasn’t a house he could conveniently perch on. 

          Obviously he had to go ahead and do the next best thing, go look into her window himself.  And in the back of his mind he ignored the voice that told him how it was a little creepy for him to be doing so, and immediately rushed across the rooftops and quietly landed on the bakery’s before he slide down the side of the roof to where Marinette’s window was, and slowly peered inside.

          Designing at this hour.  Cat Noir couldn’t say he was surprised, and he honestly should have expected that.  He knew Marinette was working hard towards her dream of becoming a fashion designer, so it wasn’t unheard of for her to be working so diligently at this hour.  He would be the first to say how the fashion business is cruel.  One minute you’re loved, and the next you can be hated.  You needed to not only be talented, but thick skinned as well.  That being said, he had complete faith in Marinette that she could make her dream come true as long as she kept working as hard as she has been.  

          With his curiosity satisfied, Cat Noir decided he should probably head out before Marinette noticed him, and went to take a step back up to the roof; however, his foot slipped, and he came crashing down, hitting the gutter making a clank sound before he grabbed it, holding onto, dangling off the gutter after tumbling off the roof.  

          It would seem Cat Noir was two for two in terms of things happening tonight that he didn’t expect that he really should have.  However, Cat Noir could only hope that Marinette didn’t hear the ruckus outside her window, or passed it off as a stray cat or something. 

          All things considered, Car Noir didn’t have much faith in that being true.  He was, after all, the living embodiment of bad luck.

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                       [ @chcrmbug​ ]

— ♚ ;;

        Adrien could probably count the number of times he had a decent interaction with Marinette with one hand.  And not sure how many of those he could actually count since he was Cat Noir at the time.  She always seemed rather... jumpy around him, and he couldn’t figure out what he could have done to stir such a response from Marinette every single time without fail.  

          After the events with Evillustrator, seeing a more outgoing, fierce, witty, and strong Marinette, Adrien had to admit that Marinette caught his attention a bit more.  (She also said some nice things about Cat Noir, which was also nice.)  Adrien found himself glancing more at Marinette.  Perhaps it was because in that brief moment they worked together, it was like he was working with Ladybug.  Ladybug wasn’t physically by his side, but it was like she never left.  That feeling--it interested Adrien.  

          Perhaps it was selfish of Adrien to want to seek out companionship with Marinette based solely on the account of how she reminded him of his lady.  It wasn’t fair to Marinette either.  If they became friends, Marinette would have done it purely out of wanting to be his friend, while Adrien was looking for someone like Ladybug in his everyday, non-Cat Noir life.  He knew it was selfish. 

                 ❝ Those sketches look good. Are they for the upcoming contest my father is running? ❞ Adrien asked, looking over Marinette’s shoulder as she was drawing out what Adrien figured could only be new designs. 

          He knew it was selfish and yet he couldn’t help himself.