3 in a row, yippy!
Enjoy!
/MLB/
The sun stared at the world without pause through the crystal clear sky The heat radiating from the streets soon created an atmosphere of an oven.
A hero and a fashion designer beating the heat in her room.
Chat fanned himself dramatically slouching on the chaise.
"Princess, I-I think I'm gonna die," Chat bemoaned.
Marinette paused from her sewing and twisted around to face him, elbow over the back of the seat. She raised her brows.
"I'm dying, get me cake," he demanded.
"You're not dying."
"Let me eat cake anyways," he demanded once more, his arm over his eyes.
Marinette giggled, "Fine, you big baby, but first-" She stood up walking over to him, leaning down. "What's the magic word?"
"Pur-etty please pur-incess."
She deadpanned, it just had to come with a pun.
"Fair enough."
After a few minutes, Marinette finally came with the cake. A chocolate slice.
Marinette waited for him to eat. Until she realised he wasn't gonna eat it.
Puzzled, she asked, "Aren't you going to eat it?"
"I want to share it with you," he concluded, taking a piece of cake in the fork waving it around Marinette teasingly.
"No and no, I brought it for you and- mphh!" She sputter, the fork suddenly shoved in her mouth, making her eat the cake, after awhile she hummed in delight.
"See? Told you sharing it is better and more tastier!" Chat said, putting the fork in his mouth.
Since when wasn't sharing better? Marinette wondered, flushing at the thought of the shared fork.
