#spots-on

[firstspota-blog]

@spots-on​ starter

     “ He can be so mean to me sometimes. ” Bridgette pouted as she threw herself over the chaise in Marinette’s room. Now useless concert tickets were grasped tightly in her left hand and she frowned at them, blaming them for everything that had gone wrong. 

[malchaance-blog]

            ❝…say, My Lady... what do you                          want to do when you graduate?                          As a career, y’know? What do                          you want to do with your life?❞

            Surely there was no harm in asking such a vague question, even if it did breach the silent contract they shared of not disclosing matters of their personal lives to one another.

[malchaance-blog]

            The initial irritation with his Father hasn’t faded, in truth. But the rational, and perhaps slightly more bitter, part of him realizes that he shouldn’t be surprised. Not knowing the designer’s track record of inconsideration. But the same feeling doesn’t hold true for scarf’s honest maker, as he can’t imagine the genuinely kind girl he knew to be capable of anything even remotely underhanded. No, there was another explanation, of that he was certain... And, if nothing else held true, it was still a lovely gift that he cherished. One that its true crafter deserved his gratitude for.

            ❝Bon matin, Marinette.                        Do you have a minute?                        I wanted to talk to you.❞