He didn't know how he had done it. Last he had checked (as Chat Noir, anyway) she didn't like puns.
But when she was brushing off any compliments towards the outfit she had made with a blush, he just couldn't resist. Especially since it was themed after him and his lady.
"Hey, Marinette." He greeted. She turned to look at him, and he smirked, holding up Nino's favorite gesture- hand guns. "Your outfit is pretty spot on! Practically purrfect!"
She had blinked, her face growing increasingly red as she stared at him. She opened her mouth, as though to say something-
And then she fainted.
Adrien blinked, looking down as what had happened quickly caught up with him.
He used finger guns.
She had fainted.
"Crap, Marinette, are you okay?!" He asked, absolutely worried as he knelt down on the floor to check on her. Alya was by his side too.
"I got her, Adrien, why don't you go ahead to class?" Alya had suggested calmly, as though this was an everyday thing.
"Are you sure-"
"Yes."
"O-Okay." Adrien stood up, feeling completely useless and 100% blameable. He walked to class stiffly, and when he saw Nino there, he spoke.
"Nino, why didn't you tell me that finger guns could do that?!"
"Do what, dude?" Nino asked completely confused.
"I gave Marinette finger guns while complimenting her, and she fainted." Adrien deadpanned. Nino facepalmed. "What?"
"Nothing bro, just sit down before you hurt yourself."
"Uhh… okay."
"Firstly- none of this is your fault. You didn't know."
"Didn't know that finger guns-"
"Finger guns can't do crap, you don't know about something else."
"Oh."
"Secondly-" Nino held up two fingers. "We do not speak of this if Alya brings the subject up. Only if Marinette does, kapeesh?"
"Oh… kay…"
"Third-" Nino patted his shoulder. "Keep on being oblivious, bro. It's hilarious."
"But what am I being oblivious about?"
"Exactly." Nino nodded happily before turning to focus on his bell work. Completely confused, Adrien turned and tried to work on his own bell work.
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"Milady…" Chat Noir glanced over at Ladybug. She was a normal girl under the mask, right? She'd know the answer to his question. "What does it mean, when you compliment a girl while giving her finger guns, and she faints?"
Ladybug blinked, looking over at him.
"What did you say?"
"Well, she was wearing an outfit that she made that was based off of us, so I said 'Your outfit is pretty spot on! Practically purrfect!'" While he repeated what he had said, he did the finger guns as well, pointing them at her.
She stared, a blush enveloping her face. She opened her mouth, holding a hand up as though to ask something, and a suspicious look in her eyes.
And then she fainted.
"Ah, Ladybug!" He caught her before she could fall off of the roof. He froze, not quite sure what to do.
"Dang it, Nino." He cursed under his breath. "Finger guns do do things to people, don't they?"
