Marinette*
I thought I remembered this grip from sometimes four years ago, but I still could not figure it out. I felt like it was a deja vu that only fragments of the memories was still in my head.
Recall it, Marinette! You know this had happened before, but with who?
Chat released me from the hug and fixed his eyes onto mine. 'I love you, Marinette,' he repeated himself again that I wondered if I broke him.
'I know. I love you, too, Chat,' I responded him.
He pulled me into his arms again and sighed next to my ear. He sounded relieve, which I took it as a good sign. 'I love you,' he restated it in whispers again and again next to my ear.
I guessed I broke him. 'Chat, I understand every words you said. Don't you have any work to do?'
'I do, but I'm staying here until I get my four years worth of saying "I love you". You're stuck with me here, Princess,' he said, then continue repeating the sentence.
'At least do it in different language,' I dared him.
'As you wish,' he replied without a problem and started saying it in some other languages from than Europe than French, and then some Asian languages, I guessed, and then twenty more languages from what I believe African and even Latin.
He stopped at one point.
'You're done?' I questioned.
'No, Purr-incess, just trying to figure out the left over fifty languages from one-hundred-and-ninety-six countries that I am not really fluent with.'
'Take a break, Chat. At least, I need one. At least, go and finish your work. We still have all night at my house. Just come and knock at the window when ever you figured it out.'
'Anything paw you, Princess,' he said and then left with a whole lot better mood.
When he was gone, I was exhausted. How could he know all these languages? Photographic memory? Heck, I was too exhausted to think! I spread my leg on the sofa and took a little nap.