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Hello, My name's Marinette!
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Marinette breathed in deeply, and then breathed out slowly.
She could do this.
"Hello! My name's Marinette." She smiled brightly, holding her hand out to no one in particular. "No, that's wrong…" Marinette positioned herself. "Hello, I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng, your new intern? No, that's wrong…" She banged her knuckles against her head.
"Hello?"
"Hello!" Marinette exclaimed, jumping and turning around. "My name's Marinette!" Then she realized just who had come up to her and she burned bright red. Adrien looked far too amused for his own good.
"And I'm Adrien."
"Oh my gosh, I didn't, I mean-"
"That's not what you say when you introduce yourself." Adrien chuckled. "Even to someone you already know."
"Hahaha… right."
"Come on, father's ready to see you now."
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There's something about me that, no one knows yet.
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Marinette rolled her eyes, laughing along to Alya's funny story
But much more pressing matters were at hand. Marinette looked away and at her mirror, contemplating on how she would do it. She could see Tikki in it's reflection, encouraging her to do it.
She had invited Alya over for the past several days now, determined to tell her, only for it to slip away and out of her grasp.
Not this time.
"Girl, are you okay?" She asked. A mischievous twinkle lit up her eyes as she leaned in. "Thinking about Adrien? Marinette rolled her eyes. "No, just trying to figure out how I should tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"Well, there's something about me that, no one knows yet." She admitted, avoiding Alya's gaze.
"What?" Alya asked, her reporter instincts on haywire from the tension that was slowly growing in the room, but it wasn't nearly as thick as the anxiousness.
Marinette breathed in deeply.
"I'm obsessed with silly bands!"
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Because I have a Secret.
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"What's wrong, purrincess?" Chat Noir posed for her again. "Not enjoying the view?"
"Oh, yes." Marinette looked away from Chat Noir with a smirk and to her chimney. "My chimney looks just as bland as ever, Chat. I could probably add something to it to make it look more like me, you know, add a touch of 'pizazz'." Chat Noir snorted from behind her, but Marinette could not let him into her room. He would get…
What was the word for it?
"Come on, Mari, it's getting cold." He said. "Can't you let a poor, stray cat inside?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I have a secret, silly chaton, and curiosity killed the cat." She turned around and walked right up to him, tapping his bell. "Now go runaway home and come bother me tomorrow night." Chat Noir grumbled something, but quickly said his goodbyes and left. She smiled smugly, walking back inside to her bedroom. Tikki came out of hiding, giggling a bit.
Just as she was about to go downstairs, something crashed on her balcony. With a gasp, she turned, seeing Chat Noir there with the door open, staring at her room in utter confusion.
"Chat!" The look changed to slightly betrayed and possessive, a hiss building up in his mouth.
"Marinette, why do you have a black cat in your room?"