before anyone says (already too late~) I know this is hella short and I haven't updated in ages so I thought I'd get atleast something up because I have a huge writers block at the moment so a thousand apologies for this chapter.
Marinette was in a total panic as she scrambled around her room, frantically trying to get herself mentally and physically composed for Chat impending visit.
Thoughts rushed through her head at the possible scenarios that could unfold in only a few short minutes.
'oh , come on Marinette, nothing bad will happen.' Tiki stated, sensing the panic in her expression alone. 'He already knows who you are so you've got nothing really to lose.'
Marinette grumbled. She knew Tiki was right. why was she always so wise?...oh yeah, she's thousands of years old! 'I just don't want anything to go.. Wrong.'
And as if the moment couldn't get any more perfect/expected (AN: welp, for us readers anyway ;) ), the unalien sound of nails tapping against glass caught the attention of the two.
Tiki dashed to hide the last adrian picture on Marinette's desk, she knew if Chat saw it an unwanted awkwardness would soon follow.