Chapter 7: Regrets
Marinette
There was something about the moment that really took Marinette by surprise. She knew in that moment, even if it was a tiny piece of herself, that knew, that this kiss would only be remembered by the fact that it was her first one.
Marinette wasn't exactly sure how to feel about that.
For a first kiss it felt like it was… lacking? Was it lacking? What was it lacking exactly? She sure couldn't say what, but she knew in this moment that maybe this was stupid. She pulled back, not wanting to continue. Maybe even talk to Luka about just staying friends.
When she looked at him he opened his eyes slowly and looked at her with darkness hidden in them. She stared for a second, amazed and scared by waht that look could even mean. She quickly turned her head around to see if she could find Alya, except, she noticed that this no longer looked like the club she was in. She turned back around to ask Luka what the hell was going on.
Except.
It wasn't Luka.
Unless Luka's eyes were as green as meadow grass, and light as a beautiful day. Unless, Luka's face was shaped perfectly, and surrounded by hair the color of the night, with a hint of a brighter color underneath it's soft grass texture. Her heart skipped a beat and she reached out to him unknowingly. There was a darkness in those unbelievably sunny eyes. But it wasn't bad. It's wasn't evil.
It was…
Wait, where the hell was she now?
Marinette looked around and saw the meadow she had briefly thought of. The perfect, sunny, spring day. A meadow that stretched forever, with trees in the distance blooming pink. The breeze tickled her, and the smell of flowers hugged her lovingly.
"All for you, M'Lady." She heard him say. A small gasp escaped her lips as she realized who it was. Her heart stumbling to continue beating as his voice caressed her everywhere. She was suddenly dying to see him again. Kiss him again. Anything. Him. Again.
She couldn't turn back to him fast enough, hoping to see the beautiful, emerald eyes. Her eyes. But instead, she found icy blue orbs, looking down at her. Judging her. Looking through her as if she weren't worth enough.
"Don't you want to be with me?" it struggled to say to her. As if crying.
She looked back again, wanting to escape the question, and there he was again, Chat Noir. Both of them, looking at her, expecting… Something.
The panic ensued and Marinette wanted to run.
A thunderstorm settled in the middle and expanded as she tried to run. It began to rain at her heels, until it covered her completely.
Blue and green seemed to be fighting for her attention and Marinette simply didn't want to choose.
So she screamed.
Herself awake.
"Marinette?!" her father practically broke the latch to her room open, just as Marinette caught herself hanging onto her flight of stairs, leading to her bed. She had almost fallen in her hurry to get out of whatever crazy ass dream she was having.
"D-Dad?"
So about an hour later, Marinette found herself in her own living room, sitting down next to her mother, as her dad decided to call a family meeting to talk about Marinette screaming herself awake. Meanwhile, Marinette herself was trying to end the embarrassment.
"... I mean, what kind of 18 year-old had nightmares the day after a party with her friends? No year-old, I'll tell you that! No year-old would have nightmares after a party. Unless, of course, there were drugs involved? Or did someone touch you? Inappropriately?" her father growled the last part, crushing the muffin he was eating in his hand with a little too much force. Marinette's mother, Sabine, got up and softly touched her husband's fist. He instantly calmed down 90/100 knots.
"The poor muffin…" she sighed.
"God, no. No, Dad, nothing bad happened. I promise, cross my heart."
"Then?! What's with the screaming?" +50/100
"Tom, seriously, you need to calm down. It's not the first time our Mari has had a nightmare." -10/100
"Th-That may be true, my love. I just can't understand what the heck made her almost jump out of bed. I mean, what happened last night?" His suspicious eyes were back (+20/100), and Marinette was already tired. The whole morning was practically wasted on this, and she needed it to end.
"Ohhhh my goooooood. Dad, I'm just a little stressed from all the new changes. I had a lot of fun last night, I promise." Maybe even a little too much fun,she thought, but would never admit that loudly.
"Okay Tom. Let's just, again, calm down, and let's finally have breakfast… Okay, brunch, and just spend the day relaxing, okay? Come on. Mari, can you help set the table?" -70/100 (if you weren't counting, no fear! Tom's rage is at 10/100 now)
"Okay. Mom."
She didn't even want to think about how her Dad would react if she told him what she had dreamt about in the first place. It probably would have sparked the "family meeting" sooner. Goodness, it probably would have lasted till dinner time. And it was such a dumb thing to be screaming about. Of course she wouldn't choose between Luka and Chat because she'd obviously chose….
Well, it was clear that she'd go with…
Well if you really think about it for a little, her choice would most likely be…
Oh god, what have I done? She asked quickly in her head, Nothing, you dumb bitch. Why are you even freaking out, you're 18 aren't you? I mean, it's not that 18 is a magical number or something, but you're considered an adult in the majority of the planet by now. How can a stupid kiss derail you like this? I-It was just… a kiss… you know… A drunk one… Okay, fine you were tipsy, but whatever… And you did just literally meet the guy. And then Marinette's thoughts were slammed by a whole new one. To someone that was still unnamed in this whole ordeal.
Adrien.
She damn near sliced her hand open holding the fork she was placing on the table with the building frustration. Her dad noticed immediately.
"WHO TOUCHED YOU BABY GIRL, I WILL END THEM." +90/100
"TOM!" -30/100
"DaaaAAAAAD! QUIT IT!" (-50/100) Marinette huffed, slashing the fork around like a deadly instrument. This day could literally not get any worse.
Then, her phone rang, and she went to check caller ID.
Why do I even say that when I know it's going to get worse? She groaned.
Adrien
There was a throbbing pain that took hold of Adrien's head as he stirred into wakefulness. He could feel the sharp flashes dig into his cranium, one by one, in a slow torturous dance that he couldn't stop if he wanted to. Apparently, no amount of sleep could help you with a hangover this strong. In fact, it was the very thing waking him up right now. Good god, he could feel the back of his eyeballs threatening suicide as he creaked them open just to see if he was still in the same dimension.
It was pure torture, but his brain knew it was a necessary evil.
It was a whole new world, this morning, as he traversed his eyes down to the heavy slump clinging to his torso. Nino had him in a sleepy death grip, and Adrien realized that his friend had probably dragged him back home. He looked over the edge of his bed to his clock, to see that most of his day had already sped past him.
"Grrrrnnnnnnnnnn" Adrien groaned, as he tried to lift Nino off of him, only to find out his eyesight wasn't the only thing that's turned to jelly.
"Shh, Alya… ten … more … minutes." Nino said grouchily.
"OFF" Adrien screeched painfully, kicking Nino, with what was left his energy, back to reality.
"What? What?" Nino jumped to his feet, searching the room for all possible threats. Adrenaline and energy Adrien did not possess at the moment clear in his stance.
"I. AM NOT. ALYA." Adrien huffed, once again, finally hearing his voice. Fuck that, finally feeling his voice. Holy fuck, it was like screeching metal in the back of his throat. Where the hell was this endless pain coming from? Did he get into some sort of bar fight last night or something?
"Oh… Sorry my man, I guess I've just gotten used to her being my bed mate," he smiled bashfully before going military-serious, "But let's forget that, how's the asshole this morning?" Nino asked pointedly, stretching and cracking the rest of his body into wakefulness.
"Don't hit me daddy." Adrien flinched jokingly. At least he still had humor available to him in this godforsaken state.
"Ohhhhhh ho ho no you fucking don't. You have a lot of explaining to do, amigo. Not just because of your royal fuck up with Marinette, but also that chick you had to yourself last night. You done fucked up."
Adrien, at this point, was a standing semi-human being, with his eyes closed, holding onto whatever comfort they felt while closed. He had been able to crawl (literally) out of his bed, and to the door of his bathroom. Washing his face would work, right?
But what had Nino said? He had fucked up?
"How… exactly?" Adrien whispered.
Nino was definitely more adept at the moment, as he walked towards Adrien, and helped him off the floor and to the sink as he explained.
"Jesus, where do I even start? First off, you did absolutely nothing with Marinette. Girl was practically at the edge of her seat waiting for you to make a move and you flunked out so hard and so bad. It was painful to watch you the first 30 minutes in the club. Then you got shit-faced, went around giving girls kisses, and ended up with one girl that looked like she was ready to date rape you."
Adrien looked up with what he assumed was a concerned face. To Nino, it looked like he was taking a shit. He could remember a girl last night, but that was one girl. Not many. And he shivered at that last part. Nino had helped him get to the sink, so he could wash his face, maybe even come back to life.
At least, I thought there was a girl, who wasn't random, Adrien shrugged, cleaning his eyes clean. He rubbed as much water to his face as he could and he felt his life slowly coming back to him. He had to take a moment to sigh contentedly, as the water soothed his pain all over. Was that even possible with just a face wash?
Yes. Yes it was.
Nino's eyes narrowed as he sat down near the tub, now that Adrien seemed to be regain the ability to hold himself up for a period of time.
"I'm really glad you actually made it back to the table when you did. That girl seriously had me worried."
Adrien looked at his friend again with a less constipated face.
"Yup. Something was off about her, I'll tell you that. She wasn't leaving your side and you were downing shots faster than an alcoholic. It was also almost as if this girl wanted you to keep drinking. Fucking forget your name if it was possible, because even when you were stumbling and slurring your words she bought you and the group more rounds. But mostly you. Let me just say this for good measure, you're fucking lucky you found your way back cause I swear she was planning of doing something to you."
Adrien was glad too. The story itself was giving him the creeps. He kind of hoped Nino would finish and then say "you've been punked asshole" or something. But he could tell Nino was dead serious. It was something that his father was always worried about too. Fame always came with a price and his father exhausted resources up the wazoo to keep him safe. They moved around the bathroom again, Adrien opting for sitting on the side of the tub as Nino went up to clean his face.
"I didn't think it was some random girl. Or 'girls' for that matter. I really thought it was one."
Nino was in the middle of wetting his face when he heard that, and his head snapped towards Adrien, mouth agape and eyes peeled open with water clearly falling into them.
"WHAT? WHAT THE HECK? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU WERE… Wait. Don't tell me. Good fucking christ. You thought she was… No… You can't be THAT fu… Oh my god, you are. Y-You were, weren't you? You really thought… Wow. Just wow."
"What?" Adrien scowled, a little peeved that his friend was making a realization without his approval. He didn't need to be feeling more than what he was already feeling. Not that the image of her smiling and dancing wasn't going to incite some emotions of a romantic nature.
"You can't tell me you really thought any of the girls you kissed last night or the one that stuck to you like glue looked even remotely close to Marinette. That's just bullshit, bro."
Adrien felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He wouldn't confirm or deny Nino's conclusion because even he didn't want to admit it to himself. But he had to.
Nino groaned, finished bringing life back to his face, and sat down next to his best friend, "Alya is going to want to know the details of what happened last night. I had to rush you out of there before the brunette came back. Which according to her, she did."
Adrien sighed, pulling his hair back in frustration, while sliding into the empty tub.
"She's got me, Nino. She's really got me hard. I wanted to kiss her senseless, last night. I ended up kissing some creeper. And Marinette? I don't even know where she was…"
Wait, Adrien thought, that's not completely true. I remember now…
Nino noticed how his friend stopped talking and realized that he must have known what had transpired that night. The boy needed some serious help with his love life.
A miracle if anything.
"If it helps, at least you didn't end up with creeper that night. She was ready to haul you out the door, but you took her by complete surprise when you vomited on her. I have never seen a girl that livid. And I'm with Alya." Nino chuckled, recalling the "exorcism style" vomiting Adrien did on the random girl. Enough to make her disappear long enough for Nino to beam him out of there.
Adrien gasped before letting out a roar of laughter. Only to stop because his head felt pinched and his ears rang from the rumble of his own voice. "Ah, sssss," he hissed in pain.
"You alright there Princess," Nino laughed heartily, getting up to rummage through the medicine cabinet before finding the medicine of life for a hangover. Adrien simply shot him suspicious eyes before his friend slid in right next to him in the tub again, and handed him a glass with water and the medicine of the Gods. They laid there for a moment staring at the ceiling before Nino went into his pocket and popped a piece of gum into his mouth. He offered Adrien one but he refused.
"I don't think I want to take a chance with sugar right now. Not until I can get over this hangover."
"Suit yourself, my man. This is some class A, 5 gum right here. I'm sure you probably already feel it's power without chewing on it yourself."
Adrien smiled, "You dick."
They both laughed, before Nathalie found them in the bathroom, calling them out for brunch.
Marinette
Marinette fidgeted nervously as she looked down on her phone, waiting for the message to come through and for the person she was waiting for to show up. Of course she had texted Alya the second the phone conversation ended. She didn't like the sound of Luka's voice when he came to this morning and she was worried that she was about to get a talk she honestly didn't even ask for.
This whole nightclub situation was supposed to be for fun, not some tangled mess of emotions and awkward situations.
She started thinking back to her dream as she pushed aside the plate of pastries on the bakery's counter, and sighed heavily. She was trying to be uncomplicated and ended up complicating herself even more.
What even was that dream? Was she still subconsciously searching for chat? And what about that last thought. Adrien. Was he even a part of this whole confusion? Sure she suspected him for a millisecond of being Chat, but she couldn't allow herself to dream that big. Nor could she let her heart be so easily reached anymore. Chat was a phenomenon she was unwilling to repeat.
A part of her couldn't stop it though. She kept thinking about him, the single night they had and how it's affected her life a little more than she wanted to admit. She hated how hopelessly romantic she was and how it was holding her back from pursuing another relationship.
He truly was a phenomenon. Hit like lightening and lasting just as long. Those green eyes. They were haunting her even now. Such a pure green. Alya's words before the club echoed in her mind. She couldn't deny, even now, that Adrien was a sweetheart. He was one in every sense of the word. He was also kind and the best kind of friend one could ask for.
But you don't want a friend… You don't want him to be your friend… Marinette thought, groaning as the door bell finally rang with her Sunday evening guest.
"Hey Mari." he smiled bashfully.
"Hey Luka." she responded just as shyly.
They stood there for a minute awkwardly staring around each other until Marinette eyed the plate and drinks that her parents were so kind to procure for them.
"Pastries?"
"Uh, sure. Yeah, thank you." He grabbed a chocolate filled croissant and took a small bite. Marinette picked up a macaroon and did the same, both falling into an awkward silence again.
Marinette was getting angry all of a sudden. Tired of awkward silence after an awkward silence. Jesus, couldn't she just act straight? Was she still going through puberty? My goodness.
"I want to apologize for last night. I shouldn't have let the kiss happen."
Marinette's head snapped up to see his blue eyes melting into water. To say she was surprised was an understatement.
"W-What? Why? I mean, I thought you wanted it to happen? I mean, unless it's against your religion. I don't want to be stepping on anyone's boundaries? I mean.. I … I, uhm…" Her words got tangled.
He looked down, almost ashamed, "No, it's none of that. Don't get me wrong, I really really like you Mari. We don't know each other too much but I really enjoyed partying with you and your friends last night. It's been a while since I've been able to do the same, to be honest."
"Then, why are you apologizing? I-I didn't hate it." I only hated the aftermath, she confessed to herself.
"I recently got out of a bad relationship. The girl was kind of a manipulator but she was really good at making it all sound so real and true. All the lies she told me came off her tongue so naturally. But I loved her nonetheless. I-I think I still do."
Marinette could feel her whole being go into hyper-mode. She felt like laughing, crying and slamming a door to his face all at once. But then she thought about how hard it had to be to speak to a stranger about something serious like a bad relationship.
"Sorry, you probably don't want to hear this from a guy you just met."
"Ah! No, no. You're okay." She tried saying, reassuring herself more than anyone else.
"I'd like to get to know you." he said, as Marinette looked up to see his warm blue eyes looking down at her with a small smile. It was a downright sinful smile that had her captivated and stuck to one place. He was beautiful at that moment.
"I…"
"Ah, no. Sorry, that was too cheesy."
"N-No. It… just… took me by surprise is all." She whispered that last part, looking away to blush in peace. Luka smiled once more but it wasn't like she saw it or anything. She wanted to say something, but something pulled her back. Something darker and more cunning called to her as she looked back up into his beautiful blue eyes.
Luka could see it in her eyes. She didn't need to speak to him to realize that this girl was as ready as a lamb in another lion's den.
"Why don't we start as friends, deal?" He gave her a nervous smile and extended his hand for her to shake to seal the deal.
Marinette hesitated. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she took his larger hand and they shook.
They smiled together this time. Something had started and Marinette wasn't even sure if she wanted it to.
"Hi, I'm Luka Couffaine. Pleasure to meet you Miss?"
Marinette giggled genuinely, "Marinette."
"Marinette," Luka finished. Almost as if her name was a prayer.
If it were up to Marinette, she would have never agreed to be his friend. Or anything of his. But what can an 18-year-old lovesick girl do but trust guys stupidly?
The Next Day
Marinette woke up the next morning with aches she didn't know one could conceive after a bad night of sleep. It was like her body knew that she was feeling upset, so it flexed every upset muscle it could. She dragged herself out of bed and got dressed for the internship. She wasn't sure whether to be excited about going or if she should be reluctant.
The image of Adrien's kissing fest was brought to her forefront the instant she began thinking of work and she wondered if the office would be awkward today or it'd be more smooth. She hopped for the latter but was preparing herself for the former.
She put on a simple, light blue flowy skirt with a white button up blouse tucked into the skirt, and beige t-strap sandals. She left her hair down and put on a simple opal pendant Alya had given her during her crystals phase. Her earrings were made of the same crystal, in tear drop shape.
It was a bit bohemian for her tastes but at least she was comfortable and elegant enough to not be out of place in Gabriel's offices. Especially for an intern. She smiled contently before walking downstairs to bid her parents a good morning, and walk out the door.
She was going to have to see Adrien eventually.
Adrien
Adrien paced the little office with all the energy in the world. It was the office space meant to be shared between the interns, and now that Plagg was back, it meant that Marinette and him were going to be sharing a big desk for all their tasks.
It was easier when it was just him. He could use the desk himself and he could use the space as an office as much as he liked. Plagg didn't mind and neither had his father. So when it came time to announce a new intern, he figured he'd need to move all of his things. He felt guilty about it until Marinette walked through the door, and Adrien had heard that she thought the intern office was actually quite nice.
In fact, right now, Adrien was too stuck in his thoughts to even hear Plagg walking through the doors briskly and slam a box full of paper down in front of him. You could almost hear the wood crack under pressure.
"Adrien, I need you to look through these bills real quick, make sure that anything that says the name "Le Pont D'Or" is taken out. We need any conceivable record of theirs collected. Tell Marinette when she comes too. Four hands are faster than two."
"May I ask why?"
Plagg looked frustrated as he set two more boxes full of paper on the huge desk, "I want you to know the only reason why I'm explaining myself is because I know one day you're probably going to own his place."
Adrien smiled, and urged him to continue.
"'Le Pont D'or is under investigation for selling counterfeit brands. Including our own. The word is that they were making contracts with big brands, and even purchasing merchandise, but it wasn't going for sale on their racks at all. Instead they were buying in small quantities to copy the label, slap it on their own raggedy ass clothes and making a huge profit off of them."
"Well shit."
"Yeah. We weren't the only company hit with this realization. Your dad is planning to make a claim in the lawsuit. So we need those records."
"Got it." Adrien agreed, as he began unpacking a box just as Marinette walked in. His eyes lingered on her frame, as she rapidly spoke with Tikkie and began walking towards the small intern office. As always, she was beautiful, and today she had a kind of elegance to her as her long skirt waved through the invisible air.
He thought again about how she looked at the club and a strong feeling almost ate him up. He had to look away from her for a second to compose himself. He was getting tired of thinking this way. Maybe he needed to see a psychologist, a therapist, someone.
"Morning Adrien," she said softly, "So this is the main task for today?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Yup, this is it. We're playing detectives today." he said awkwardly.
Marinette looked around the room, putting her stuff down on the floor and sitting down quietly as Adrien handed her two stacks of paper.
Adrien didn't even need to ask.
He was back to square one with her.
Fucking square one.
AAAARRRRGGG, what the FUCK?! Adrien screamed in his own head as he smiled briefly at her.
They worked in silence for the better part of the morning, looking for any documents relating to Le Pont D'Or. They were able to find proof of sale, some refunds made, receipts, a list of inventory under their name, and all the good stuff. It had given Adrien time to think of all the questions he wanted to ask her, but he couldn't find a way to ask them without sounding hurt or judge-y. After 10am rolled around he sort of gave up trying to ask and just kept working in the silence they fell comfortable in.
He was opening the second box when all of a sudden:
"So I heard you made a friend last night. A girl names…?"
Adrien looked up quick enough to see Marinette retreat behind a piece of paper that didn't need that much examination. But he could see how red she was before she escaped his eye.
"Oh. Oh no… Uhm, no. I…"
He wanted to die before admitting how stupid he was last night but he knew that it'd be even worse if she thought him that kind of person. He wasn't a womanizer.
"No. To be honest I don't remember making any new friends last night. I.. I kind of … lost control… of… myself."
"Oh?"
"N-NOT THAT I DO. ALL THE TIME. I almost never get drunk. I'm sorry if I said mean things."
He knew from Nino that he in fact did not say much really, but he knew sometimes Nino left him to fend his own problems by himself.
"I see. No. No you didn't say anything mean. Did you at least have fun?"
He responded without thinking, "Not really." But the moment that the words left his lips his head went crazy with how she possibly might have taken those words. Not that he didn't have fun with her, but rather he kind of fucked that up himself. He drank way too much in too little time to be able to enjoy much.
He was about to explain when she replied with, "Yeah. I kind of agree."
What? She didn't have fun? Wasn't she like super happy before I arrived?
"Oh? How come?"
The paper was already in the cleared box, so her blush was in full view, "Let's just say, it was fun in the moment but when reality crashed down it wasn't the best."
"Ah, I get it. I think. Kind of like, it seemed like a good idea in the moment but after the fact you realize it was a mistake kind of thing?"
So that blue hair guy wasn't so golden in the end, huh? He thought a little cruelly. And he knew it was cruel because her eyes looks like there was a storm raging and she didn't even know how to handle it. In that moment he wanted to reach out to her and comfort her in any way. He also wanted to punch himself for being selfish in a moment when she clearly wasn't feeling okay about something.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.
Marinette turned to look at him and the full force of her ocean-colored eyes hit him like a tsunami.
"I'm not sure it's appropriate work discussion." She admitted quietly.
Adrien smiled at her, "Is it appropriate friend discussion?"
She gifted him with a small smile, "I don't even know how to answer that right now."
He chuckled, "Well, I want you to know I'm here to listen if that's all you need. I can be the blank wall you talk to."
This time she laughed, and Adrien's heart skipped enough beats to consider him medically deceased, "No! What the heck? This isn't an asylum!"
"Whaaaaat? I totally thought that's where we were!"
"It's about to become one if you two farts don't work more and talk less." Plagg interjected, standing at the door with his arms set akimbo and his scowl too real for the light of the conversation.
"Sorry boss. We're only on the third box. Two more to go." Adrien tried to soften the harsh leader.
"Whatever. Is this all you've been able to find so far?" Plagg grabbed a neat stack from the corner of the table.
"Yes sir." Marinette smiled. Plagg's eyes were sharp on her clearly judging her every inch. Marinette visibly shrank in her chair. Adrien would explain later that that was the scariest thing Plagg would ever do.
He's like a kitty, you pet him a certain way and he's you're little kitty forever, he remembered Tikkie telling him once. Adrien knew it to be true only until recently.
"Well okay. I'll get more boxes in here. Pierre! Move your ass, come pick up these boxes and put them…." he faded away into the office. Adrien shook his head and kept looking through the pages. After a while he looked up to see Marinette working frantically now.
"Woah Mari, you can slow down a little."
"W-What?"
"Don't take Plagg's seriousness to heart. The guy is a marshmallow. Why else do you think Tikkie is his wife?" Adrien chuckled.
Marinette blushed again, "It's not like I know Adrien. I just started here."
Adrien's smile softened and her grabbed her curled hand in a motion to soothe her, "That's why I'm here with you. To show you, no?"
She looked up at him, those eyes rearing their full effect again, "I really hope you don't regret saying what you just did later."
Adrien smiled, "Never."
A/N
Aaaaand we're back. From a silent hiatus that took about 7 months. (yup. I counted.)
I have slowly been working on this chapter and reading the reviews sent to me. I have to say I didn't know how to respond to all of them, so I hope you understand. I'm not ignoring your comments, I'm just a shy little shot when it comes to interacting.
I'd also like to mention, please drink responsibly. And I cannot stress this enough, NEVER leave a friend alone in a club or bar or any place where drinking occurs.
I know some readers weren't 100% thrilled with the ending of the last chapter and I understand. More is to come though, my fellow readers. And I hope I can bring this story to justice.
Anyways, thank you so much for enjoying my story writing. I'll hopefully post again soon.
Thank you,
Purple Moon Monster
P.S. I noticed I'm also making Adrien a bit of a pervert. Sorry?
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