Moth-eaten

He was hungry. He was so hungry. Why did he decide to skip breakfast in order to check in on his designers?

He should have other things to do. But even he can get bored and he wanted to see how his favourite desidner and his soon-to-be-daugther-in-law were doing.

He now regreted to have skipped his breakfast because most of his designers were not in yet and nether was ms. Dupai-cheng.

Gabriel sighed and looked around. These were defenitely her designs. The entire room was full of them. He briefly wondered how she had managed to convince the other designers to leave this room to her alone but his attention was taken in by one of her designs. Something was off with it. It took him a while to figure out what it was.

It smelled!

It smelled like... Cookies?

Surely that was not the case. His nose must be playing tricks on him. He slowly brought the dresses sleeve closer to his nose and inhaled slowly.

There was no doubt. The dress smelled like chocolate chip cookies. What unnecessary but delightful idea. He was sure to give Ms. Dupain-cheng some very rare but nontheless deserved praise late on. He dropped the sleeve back down and stared in shock at what he saw.

There was a hole in the dresse's sleeve. There was a hole in the Dresse's sleeve. THERE WAS A HOLE IN THE DRESSE'S SLEEVE! and it defenitly was not there before.

Panicking Gabriel looked around for something to fix the dress before its designer came to work.

Think Agrest think. He knew she would be here in? he looked at his watch. 5 MINUTES. He had to hurry. Quickly he went to the other side of the room where her sewing supplies lay with some fabric. With a bit of luck the exact same fabric would also be there.

Then he smelled something. Something he had not smelled since a long time. He felt drawn to the smell. "Crossaints?"

4 Minutes later one very confused, very embaressed and very stuffed Gabriel Agreste left the room as stealth as possible... and walked right into one Marinette Dupain-cheng.

Quick Agreste make up an excuse. "Errrr m-miss Marinette how err- nice to see you. I was.. ehm.. inspecting your d-designs and they're ehm... great as always hehe." Stop stuttering you old fool, she might realise something is up. He looked up at the young designer now staring at him in shock. NOT GOOD.

Come on. Say something, NOW. "But erm y-you may want to organise pest controll" Why did you say that you idiot? " You seem to have an insect problem." Stop talking!

And with that thought one very panicked Adrien Agreste turned on his heel and ran as far away as possible(I walked with pride and stile you imbicile of an author)!

Three corridors down he could hear her shout of "WHAT THE ..." -Dear viewer. Please understand that I try to keep this fanfiction as child friendly as possible and therefor will refrain from the use of vulgar language to my best ability. Thank you for your understanding. Because that is what she shouted.

I might have gone overboard with the crack on this one.