Some days a cat just wants attention.

And some days you just need attention.

Adrien finds that's just one of those days and with no Ladybug to find, he goes to next best solution, his friend Marinette, who has always put him at ease.

Only he came across a predicament when he knocked on her open trapdoor and found that she didn't answer. Not inclined to slip in uninvited, he called out, "Marinette?"

No answer.

Scaling down and peeking in, he found her locked on her desk, making something.

He pouted, knowing very well that once she was going, she was off and it was near impossible to break her out of this trance.

Going back to the top, he persistently called out again, "Marinette?"

"Just come in," comes her answer reply.

He dropped down her loft and jumped down to the floor below, instantly going to her side and pushing his head against her leg, giving her a hard nudge.

She made a displeased sound and continued her work.

A determined cat, Chat wiggled and worked his way into her lap, his arms hanging off the side, his head lolled on her stomach, his lower body splayed out on the floor, and his tail, twitching impatiently for some sort of attention.

Sighing, she leaned back, eyeing him critically.

He peered back, ears a little drooped.

She resumed work with her right hand while she settled her left hand in the mess of his hair, playing with those strands and occasionally brushing the leather ear, making Chat slump in her lap, relieved to finally have something. It didn't take much longer for him to start purring, his claws twitching in a lazy knead as he took in the feel of skilled fingers rolling over his scalp, leaving trails pleasing tingles and tickles.

This was just what he needed.