Marinette walked around the "Transformed" Chat Noir. A complete redesign of his suit was impeccable. The reforms and additions sat on top of the old suit, so no drastic seamstressing had to be done. She clicked her pink pen and checked off each item as she read it aloud.
- Lean legs
- Perfect abdomen
- Well rounded biceps
- Angled jaw
- Shaggy blond hair
- Full and bountiful pecs
- Golden bell collar
- And the copious amount of leeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaatttthhhhherrrrrrrr
Marinette dropped the list she just read onto the floor and leant back to admire the handiwork that went into the refurbishment of his suit.
Chat Noir tested out the strength of the additional items through various poses. He stretched and pulled, but the extensions to his suit didn't break. He grinned cheerfully and tapped the platform shoes against the floor. He did a little spin and danced around the wood floor.
"Wow, I'm like a whole foot taller," he remarked as he measured up to Marinette's head. He was already tall, and the Platforms weren't necessary, but dang did they look good on him.
"They're only two inches, Chat." Marinette smacked away his hand he used to level the top of her head with his chest. "Stop acting so coy, you're still only 5'9'', those heeled shoes would make no difference in a fight between me and you."
He smiled down at her, "Of course you would beat me, Princess. You are the fairest lady of the land." He made a show of bending down to give her a pat on the head.
Then he stopped, and he stood straight once again. His gaze levelled and his awestruck face spelt out Epiphany. Marinette knew what was coming, but alas his mouth was too far up to cover. She desperately tried but to no avail, the words came out.
"Does that make me... The High-ness? "