Chapter 2: Can I Pick, Princess?
"You get off willingly or I make you get off." Marinette growled, stepping out of her room and onto her balcony. Chat Blanc chuckled nervously as he backed up a couple steps.
"Can I pick, Princess?"
"If you take too long you can't."
He gulped before offering her a box from behind his back. It was a considerably large box she noted, wondering how heavy it was. She soon found out as she went to take it from him. Marinette nearly collapsed from the weight, but Chat picked it back up. Placing it on the floor he offered her a smile.
"It's a thank you gift."
Eyes narrowing, she opened the cardboard box and gasped, finding a brand new Gabriel embroidery machine. It was the best on the market, also the most expensive.
"Chat Blanc! What? Where?"
"Anything for you, My Princess." He purred, leaning down with his eyes shut and a cheeky smile. Chat let out a yelp as Marinette unexpectedly grabbed him by the collar and scowled at him.
'Where did you steal it from, Chat Blanc?" she snarled, not wavering from her hard stare, straight into his magenta eyes.
"I didn't steal it!"
"Please! I'm not stupid, Chat Blanc. Who did you rob?!"
"No one!"
"I said: tell me, Chat Blanc."
"I said: I didn't steal it, Marinette Dupain-Cheng." He replied, beginning to get frustrated by the girl.
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not."
"Chat B-"
"Fine!" He finally barked, forcing her hands off and picking the box back up, "You don't want it?! Fine! Do your stupid embroidery by hand and break your freaking fingers! I don't give a crap."
"Wait-"
"No! Your designs are trash anyway."
With that, he leapt off her balcony, leaving Marinette alone and confused.
"Are you okay, Marinette?" Tikki asked, zooming up from her hiding spot and hovering in front of her chosen's face.
"Yeah...Yeah, I'm fine."
"Quite the mood swing, huh?"
"I...Yeah. It was."
Falling back onto her bed, Marinette brushed her fingers through her hair, thinking. She turned the TV on to find a live video of Chat Blanc throwing an embroidery machine smack into a bright orange and unsuspecting car in an intersection, causing a fifteen car pile-up. People were screaming and sirens were blaring as the tried to rescue the people involved.
No one died, thank God, but not one person made it out unscathed.
No matter how hard she tried to shake it off, Marinette couldn't help but feel that it was her fault.
This was really short, sorry. I didn't have much for this chapter, but the next one should be longer.
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