Back with part 10! I got a few interesting comments about this, but I hope it was obvious that it was Chat who was spying? Would I tease you with a fake out? ... Yes, but this is not so here.=^-^=

Also, side note: I don't like the name I chose for this chapter so if anyone has a better suggestion, I'm all ears. Two words only, and the first one is The.

Ch. 10 - The Outfit


Adrien stood in his bathroom the next morning psyching himself up. "Come on, kid. You're not still gonna freak out over that little problem are you? Now you know it's perfectly fine to like her since you already said you did." Plagg remarked though it was mostly a tease.

"I don't care about that anymore, Plagg. I can deal with it after I get her to be my girlfriend." A good shower was all he needed for that anyway.

"Oh? You're really bold now. What happened to that stuttering coward from yesterday?"

Adrien rolled his eyes. "Yesterday I didn't know Marinette was Ladybug. I was worried she wouldn't like me like that especially after what father said. Now I know she does, and this isn't some sudden feeling brought on by our situation."

Plagg raised a brow. "Then what are you planning to do? Pick some flowers and boldly declare your love?" That would certainly speed things up a bit.

"No." Adrien answered throwing Plagg through a loop.

"W-what? Why not!? You know she likes you! You're the guy she's been crazy about the whole time!"

The model nodded as he headed out of the bathroom. "I know, but I also know that Chat Noir's tactics didn't work on Ladybug. They're the same person, so I need to try a slower approach."

"If you two move any slower, those kids that pigtails is always watching will be dating before you two." The kwami complained knowing his torture wasn't over yet.

"No, I'll do it this week."

Plagg rolled his eyes again. "Or you could just drop a few hints you're Chat Noir, and the two of you can skip the early dating stage completely. You already know each other enough to be all over each other."

"Plagg!" Adrien scolded with a blush.

"Ugh, fine. Do whatever, as long as I get more time with Sugar cube." The kwami sulked with his paws crossed.


Since the first designer Marinette wanted to see wasn't until 3, Adrien was able to tag along with her on some errands. Though he wanted to go along to begin with, his father assumed as much and already had his bodyguard waiting at the car. As she mentioned the day before, Marinette's first destination was a cloth store. Adrien could safely say he'd never been inside a store like this before as fabric lined every surface he could see. He also noticed how about half of everything there had a red sticker on it. "What's this? A second price?"

Marinette looked at the shelf he was pointing at. "Yeah, the sale price. I told you before that stores like this like to have sales. While the big designers have their shows, smaller designers who aren't in it tend to want to be inspired by what they see from those big names. There's also the tendency for people to outright copy designs and try to sell them for cheap too…" She finished with a sigh. "But either way, there's a popular demand for fabric during these events and stores try to capitalize on it. I imagine by Wednesday, that a lot of the more popular fabrics will be completely gone."

"Which is why you came now?"

She nodded. "Exactly, though if I waited until the afternoon they might have had better prices. If a fabric is like one a designer used in their show, then those sell fast, and shops mark down similar fabrics to take advantage of the business."

The model found the whole thing more interesting than he thought he would. Normally his father would drag him to at least half the shows and then to mingle at parties. It was all show, and boring as hell. "Paw prints?" He wondered as they passed a shelf with a dozen thick fabrics covered in different colored paw prints.

"Yeah, not exactly designer, but fabric is fabric. One's like these are great for home crafts or quilting." She reached up and took out one with Chat Noir colors. "It's just too bad this isn't marked for sale. I'd love to make one of those cozy blanket robes out of it." She felt the soft roll with a dreamy smile.

"Um… Would you make me something?"

She turned to him with a slight blush. "Make you something? What would you like?"

She moved to put it back before Adrien stopped her. "I mean with this? I can buy it, but could you make me something like that blanket robe you mentioned?"

She pulled it back down to look. "If you really want one… I guess I could."

"Yeah, here, let me get it." He pulled the long swatch out for her and held it under his arm. "Let me hold onto whatever you want to buy too, okay?" He smiled at her and she couldn't resist smiling back at how courteous he was being. She also hoped her blush wasn't so obvious, but that wasn't as important. The two of them browsed around the store for just over two hours before Marinette made her way over to the cutting counter. "You're not just going to buy the whole thing?" He wondered as soon as she told him what they were in line for.

"Of course not. That's way too expensive, not to mention this is a lot of fabric." She showed him just how many layers were in the one swatch he let her hold. "I don't need that much for anything."

"What if you really like the fabric?"

Marinette tapped her chin in thought. "Well, I suppose I would just try to find it again. I usually get enough to finish at least one project, but I just don't have the money for a bunch of whole swatches even if they are on sale."

Adrien looked down at the paw print fabric he planned to buy, and then back to her. "Then if I buy the whole swatch for mine, you'll be able to make a bunch of things with it right?"

"I-I guess, but… are you sure? That's an expensive fabric, Adrien."

"I think I've got it covered, Marinette. Plus, if we have extra, maybe I can help you with it? I'm not very good with sowing, but extra should make up for it."

The designer giggled at his admission. "Alright, I'm sure we could do some simple things if you want to help."

"Great!" He pumped his fist playfully which made Marinette roll her eyes. "Anyway, so where are we going next?"

"We're going to lunch with Nino and Alya, remember?"

"Yeah, but that's not until… oh…" He looked at his phone in surprise.

"Lost track of time did you?" Marinette teased at his expression.

"I guess I did. I was having fun." He beamed causing another blush event to grace Marinette's cheeks. She was worried he'd be bored when he asked to come with her, but… If he really had fun, that's a good thing.


"So that's your disguise is it?" Alya remarked when she saw what Marinette had on. "I'm surprised you're not dying in the jacket."

Marinette pulled at the long sleeves and nodded. "I am a bit, but the fabric is pretty thin so at least it breathes." Marinette had also traded out her trademark pigtails for a single ponytail and, of course, some shades.

Adrien decided to just wear a hat and sunglasses himself. Trying too hard tended to backfire on him, especially if the paparazzi got a picture of him in something weird. "You're really embracing your appreciation for Chat Noir with that one, dude." Nino stated as he adjusted his own hat.

Adrien shrugged. "Well, nothing wrong with liking a hero of Paris. Besides, it makes me look more like everyone else on the street."

"And not like a famous model in disguise right?" The DJ joked.

"If you're joking gets us caught, I won't invite you next time." Adrien warned as they looked around for a table at the café. He quickly moved to pull Marinette's chair out for her once they did, impressing Nino.

"So, dude." He glanced at Marinette and raised a brow.

"That's something that can wait until later."

"What can wait?" Marinette asked noticing the boys' odd behavior.

"Just a… bet, between us about a game. I'll tell you once we figure out who wins okay?"

Marinette raised a skeptical brow but nodded. "Sure…"

"So, Marinette, aside from hiding from the paparazzi, you have any plans for the shows? Which ones are you going to?"

Marinette pulled her phone out. "Well, today the show I'm planning to see is Dior, though I did think about looking at Antonio Grimaldi too. Tomorrow starts with Chanel, which I wouldn't miss for the world, and then Julien and Alexandre are right next to each other. Wednesday's going to be hard since the afternoon is going to be tied up with preparations for Thursday. Thursday will speak for itself. The Gabriel showing will be at 11." She explained sounding excited and exhausted at the same time.

"I'm not looking forward to any of that." Adrien groaned just thinking about it. "Father was so high strung last year, I was happy I didn't have to be in it before."

Nino furrowed his brow. "Huh? But aren't you like, the face of your dad's brand? Why wouldn't he have put you in his show last year? You've been in plenty of his other shows."

"It's illegal to use models younger than 16 during fashion weeks in France." Alya pointed out and Marinette nodded.

"To prevent child exploitation. Of course the rule only applies to adult fashions. Those presenting child fashions are free to use child models all they want."

The reporter shrugged. "Didn't think the big houses had child fashions on display."

"Most of them don't. It's pretty rare. You'll find it in the smaller shows during the week."

"Anybody Friday?" Alya inquired as she looked over the schedule on her friend's phone.

"There's only two, and neither of them really interest me. I wish Lois Vuitton wasn't right before Gabriel. I'll barely get to see any of it…" The designer groaned.

"It's better than being after, trust me, Marinette. Father hates being before another big name like that. Last year he was before Dior, and he nearly fired Stephen at least twice."

"What!? But Stephen is a great designer!"

Adrien nodded. "Yeah, but he was also the only one brave enough to ask my father questions. Nathalie was able to convince him not too though, which is probably what Stephen was banking on."

"I guess your old man didn't like feeling like an opening act." Nino quipped.

"I can see that." Alya joined in as they both laughed.

After they ate, there was a little bit of time they could kill before Marinette and Adrien had to leave. They decided to pass it by going around and acting like tourists. Alya proposed it may help Adrien and Marinette blend better, plus there was plenty around to see near Paris landmarks. Adrien made sure to keep his bodyguard in the loop as the large man tailed them from several meters back. "Look at that! I think that's a whole group of American tourists." Nino pointed out as a bus let out the overexcited population.

"Oh my god!" Marinette suddenly squealed as she looked at the bus. "FIT!"

She got three very confused expressions in return. "Fit what?"

Marinette blushed as she nodded gesturing to the bus. "Not fit, but FIT. The Fashion Institute of Technology. It's a famous design school in New York."

"Oh…" Adrien muttered still not seeing too much about it. He'd heard of a few schools in America just in passing, but FIT wasn't one of them; probably because it never interested him.

"So they're basically a bunch of professional design students here to check out Paris fashion?" Alya deduced with a shrug.

"Should we be worried about that?" Nino asked as he watched them start to move.

"Why? I mean, it's not like Marinette has anything to be jealous of. She's way better." Alya responded getting her best friend to blush.

"True, I bet any one of them would kill to intern with my father." Adrien chuckled just thinking about it. He'd met plenty of design students at annoying parties with his father, and they all tended to hang on every word the famous designer said. That or… Oh…

"I'm just saying it because, you know, they are heading our way, and since they're design students-"

"Shit…" The model cursed as he took in at least three different ads with his face on them nearby. Random tourists would be easy to dodge, but serious fashion students always knew his face.

"L-let's just turn around and head the other way." Marinette suggested as she took his arm to lead him. All four of them were blinded by the flash of a camera. "W-what!?" The young designer recoiled and took a step back.

Adrien blocked out the light and turned to her just in time to see her trip back on an uneven part of the pavement. "Watch your step!"

"Is that the paparazzi!?" Nino wondered as he blocked the flashes with his cap.

"Probably, but how long have they been tailing us?" Alya took a glance back and saw the tourists were just across the street. "Now we're stuck."

Adrien, after catching Marinette and standing her back up, looked back as well. "Well… This is definitely going to get their attention, but my bodyguard is that way. We're gonna have to make a break for it."

Marinette took a glance back as well before nodding at him. "Sounds good to me."

"Then let's go!" Almost as soon as they began running a large portion of the tourists took note. Marinette took a glance back at hearing several of them shout 'Adrien Agreste' at the top of their lungs. "Keep up, Marinette." Adrien took her hand to keep her going as their friends ran just behind them. "There he is!" The model declared as the large man weaved through the growing onlookers as best he could.

"Okay, dude, we're gonna split!" Nino yelled as he gave his best friend a thumbs up.

"Yeah, see you at Grimaldi if you decide to go!" His girlfriend added in as the couple dashed in another direction as soon as the bodyguard had them in hand. He stepped in front of them with a nod before glaring down anyone coming their way.

"In here, Marinette." Adrien directed as he pointed to the store next to them. "As soon as we have some kind of cover, my bodyguard will go get the car, and pick us up. It would be too dangerous to escort us out in the open." She wasted no time in following his suggestion, and they both took shelter inside a small toy store. Adrien kept hold of her hand and pulled them all the way to the back of the shop, and away from the display window.

"How long do we need to wait?" Marinette asked as she caught her breath. "Shouldn't take too long. He'll text me when it's safe." The model held up his phone.

"Good… That was terrifying. How do you deal with that all the time?" Even that time she'd run off with him in her PJ's hadn't been that crazy.

Adrien shrugged. "I'm just used to it, but it's usually not that bad. It's Haute Couture week, and then there's that big story about us going on right now. Double the problems to deal with, really."

The young designer furrowed her brow and looked down. "I'm sorry…"

She had two hands on her shoulders in seconds. "No, Marinette! You have nothing to be sorry about. I chose to come out with you, and you wouldn't have been chased down if I didn't." Marinette still looked at him guiltily, but nodded. "And anyway, I'm sorry that we lost what little free time we had before Dior, so…"

"How about we're both sorry and leave it at that?" The young designer compromised with a small smile that had Adrien's heart suddenly racing.

Once again he was wondering just how blind he really was not to notice before. "Sure…"

"Chat Noir?"

The model froze at the name and looked at her only to find her looking to the side. "Huh?"

"Look, they have Chat Noir toys here." She picked up an action figure from a nearby shelf.

"Oh… Ladybug too." He picked up the action figure that mirrored his partner. "Looks like they have plushies, stickers… even costume pieces." He named as he looked down the shelf they were hiding behind.

"Makes me wonder why it's in the back?" Marinette thought aloud. Paris's heroes were usually big sellers so stuff about them was always out front.

"You said a lot of stuff was put on sale at this time, right? Maybe they moved that stuff to the front?" The blond reasoned as he placed the figure back.

Marinette placed hers back too, but then picked up a packaged hanging on the side. "Look, phone charms." They were a set of two shaped like the glass stones you keep in fish tanks. One looked like a ladybug, while the other was black with a green paw in it. She flipped it over to see the price as Adrien felt his phone vibrate.

"He's outside with the car."

"Okay, but I'm gonna buy these first… if that's okay?" She wondered knowing that his bodyguard would be waiting on them.

"I don't see a problem." He was about to offer to pay instead, but knew he'd be shot down. Marinette always seemed so averse to letting him get her things; like it made her uncomfortable. Maybe it was because she didn't like him and didn't want to take advantage of his kindness? After she bought them, he led her back out of the store. The fashion students that had come after them before seemed to be gone, but the nearby flash of a camera showed they still had a problem. "Over here." Adrien opened a car door and let her in before getting in himself. The bodyguard didn't even wait for them to buckle up before driving away from the nosy reporters. "We're fine." He relayed to his driver when he got a concerned look through the rear-view mirror.

"Yes, and thank you." Marinette added in as she pulled out her purchase. She took the charms out of the envelope and held them up by one hand.

"Deciding which one to use?" The model asked as he looked at them.

"Not really, I already know which one I want to put on my phone."

"Ah, the Ladybug one, right? Maybe it'll be lucky?" He chuckled knowing she was already lady luck.

"No, I already have a good luck charm." She then took the Chat Noir charm and tied it to her phone.

"Huh? You do…?"

Marinette rolled her eyes and handed him the Ladybug charm. "You, on the other hand, could use a bit more. It's only Monday, and we've been chased down the street by your fans."

Adrien gave a mock hurt expression. "What? I thought we agreed that was both of us?"

"Then it can't hurt, can it?" She teased back and he took the charm.

He made a playful display of being insulted as he put it on his phone. "If that's how you're going to be, then I suppose I'll just have to stick close. That way you'll get some luck too."

"If it will make you feel better, then fine." She responded with her own playfully insulted voice.


Gabriel looked over his tablet as his son arrived back home with Marinette in toe. "I suppose I should commend you for not wearing something ridiculous again?" He asked his son looking slightly irritated. He turned the tablet around and Adrien winced at finding the ambush picture from barely 20 minutes prior was already on the internet. His son's Chat Noir hat was lopsided, and it didn't really go along with the rest of his outfit.

"I was trying not to stand out…"

Gabriel scoffed. "I'm sure. Ms. Dupain-Cheng, there is a dress waiting for you in your room. You mentioned before you didn't have very much in the way of formal attire."

The young designer blushed with a nod. "Thank you, Mr. Agreste."

"I trust I do not have to choose your attire, Adrien?"

"No, father." Adrien blushed at the remark and his father gave a curt nod before leaving. The model sighed as he and Marinette made their ways upstairs.

"So he still picks out your clothes sometimes, huh?" She mused.

"Not really… Just the formal stuff mostly. The last few times I was able to do it myself though."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, you know? There are people who would kill to have something arranged by your father."

Adrien blushed harder with a frown. "Never more than once, I can guarantee that."

"I imagine he's picky, but having someone else help is still nice. I still like having my mom do my hair for events like this."

He noticed her expression was a little down cast and he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Um… I can't say my dad could help you there, but if you want help with your hair I could lend a hand."

Marinette raised a disbelieving brow. "You? You can do hair?"

Adrien blushed again. "I can do a little. Stephen will sometimes redo the hair of models when they have wardrobe issues. It's faster than sending them back to the hairdresser who is usually setting up for another model or may not be on site the full time. He likes to do what he can to save time, and I've helped him on occasion."

She laughed at him a bit before jabbing him in the side. "This I have to see. You're on, Adrien. I'll have you do my hair when I'm ready." Adrien was almost ready to rescind the offer with how she was teasing him, but she went down to her own room before he worked up the nerve. A little over half an hour later, and Marinette went knocking on his door with a brush in hand. "Adrien?"

"One sec." She heard him shuffling around before the door opened.

"You almost… What are you wearing?" She asked as she took in the formal suit he'd picked out.

"A suit?" He'd thought it would work. His father made him wear stuff like this in previous years.

Marinette giggled at his look and shook her head. "You're going to be dying in that before the show even starts."

He furrowed his brow and took in her clothes. His father must have provided the simple blue dress she was wearing, but she also wore the small dark jacket she had worn earlier. The style looked almost casual. "Um… Is that what you're wearing?"

Marinette gave him a warning gaze as she shook her head. "Yes, it is, but this," She gestured to him. "Will not be very comfortable, Adrien. You have a whole closet, and you chose a stuffy suit?" She took the tie out of his hand and walked over to his closet. "I don't know what your father's been teaching you, but you don't need to dress like you're going down the runway when you're not. There are plenty of things that'll be much more comfortable." She started to go through his walk in closet and pulled out a handful of clothes. "Here, some quarter length sleeves, it's hot out. Instead of a suit, a vest, and these grey chinos will go nicely. Let me know when you've changed." She then promptly turned around to let him do so.

Adrien looked at the pieces she laid out and then at his stuffy suit. He didn't want to get his father's ire again over clothes, but Marinette was a designer. She should know what she's talking about. After the short internal argument he swapped his clothes, and instantly felt more comfortable. "Wow, Marinette. I can breathe." He chuckled and she turned back around.

"Yup, and be sure to thank… no, put the tie down. You don't need a tie." She took it from his hands and tossed it on the bed. She then took each of his sleeves and folded them back so they rested at the elbow. "And those shoes… are you going to be comfortable in those?"

"This coming from the one wearing heels?"

Marinette rolled her eyes. "Girl's shoes get more attention than men's." She went back into the closet and found a nice pair of green high-tops. "Wear these. You'll thank me later."

He took them and gave her a curious expression. "Are you sure? Don't they kind of stick out?"

"In the best way, Adrien. In the best way." By the time he had the shoes on, Marinette was going through a few accessories, and it was starting to make him feel like he was working. "Okay, this tag would be good, and wear this on your right wrist." She had a dark metal bracelet as well, but tossed that one on the bed as if discarding it.

"Done?" He asked when she started to appraise him.

"Yeah, I think so." She then picked her brush back up and smirked at him. "Your turn. Make me fabulous." Her tone was dramatized as she winked.

Adrien just rolled his eyes as she turned around and he started to brush her dark tresses. To Marinette's surprise he actually braided it loosely at the end and pushed it over her shoulder. He turned her to face the vanity and gestured with his hand and lips. "Pur-fection!"

She groaned at his pun and snatched the brush from him. "I bet you think you're so punny."

"That's right and… Wait a minute…" Marinette laughed at his surprise and stuck her tongue out before dashing to the door. He waited for her in the hall as she put her brush away and grabbed her bag. "You shouldn't run in those." He warned when she came back out.

"I'll run if I have to." She then tapped her bag. "But I have my flats in here for back up." She lifted a finger to her lips as if it was supposed to be a secret. At times like this her Ladybug was really obvious; confident, and just playful enough to get his hopes up. This wasn't an akuma fight, however, and hopefully his hopes wouldn't crumble from a dire situation.

They met Stephen in the foyer and he looked impressed when he saw Adrien. "Well, well, Adrien." He looked him up and down before glancing towards Marinette. "Marinette picked out your clothes then?"

The model was mortified by the declaration even if it was true. "W-what? Hey, I can dress myself!"

Stephen chuckled. "Yes, I know, but Marinette did pick this out, yes?" He turned to the young designer who was trying hard not to laugh.

"…Yes…" Adrien grumbled as he looked away.

"I thought so. Excellent taste, Marinette." He then pulled out his keys. "Now, Adrien, would you like to ride with us, or your father?" Adrien didn't get the chance to answer before hearing the aforementioned man clear his throat.

All eyes turned to Gabriel as he and Nathalie started down the stairs. The model was suddenly worried about what his father would say about what he was wearing. Gabriel looked him over only a moment before turning to Marinette and nodding. "Thank you, Ms. Dupain-Cheng. Adrien, you should ride with her." He declared before he and Nathalie continued on to the door. Adrien slumped in defeat moments later while Stephen and Marinette shared a laugh at his expense.


"I'm glad I could ride here with you, Stephen. I hate all the attention I get when I'm with, father."

"Yes well, I also don't have a driver to let me out right up front. Having a valet park your car will probably help you blend in more." The designer mused as he took his ticket from the attendant. "Anyway, we should get going. We don't want to miss the window between shows." He saw Adrien with his hands in his pockets and smirked. "Also, it is smart to keep close to your companion." He gestured to both of them. "Wouldn't want to get lost."

Marinette blushed as she took Adrien's arm. Adrien pulled his hand from the pocket and laced his fingers with hers. Neither looked at each other through the movement, and Stephen just found them adorable as he tried not to laugh. The inner halls of the building were lined with people in all sorts of outfits, and the model could feel eyes on him and Marinette, despite all around being caught up in their own conversations. The room hosting the venue was dark, but open as the silhouettes of people lined the tiered seats. The darkness made it hard to tell where the open seats were, but an attendant quickly directed them so they could sit together. With the music and bit of commentary going through the show, it didn't give off the same feeling as a movie. People whispered between each other all around the room and the press was free to flash pictures almost constantly. "You see that one, Marinette? I'd like to see who thought that was a good idea." Stephen joked at the skirt that was a little too loud for the model wearing it.

"I know, but the top isn't bad. Maybe with less frills?"

Adrien furrowed his brow. "What are you talking about? Isn't all of it supposed to be really fashionable?"

"Come on, Adrien, you can't say that works."

"Yes, there are usually one or two not so fabulous pieces in every designer's collection no matter how big they are." Stephen then leaned down very close as if afraid someone would hear. "Even your father's."

"Stephen, what about that dress? I like the cut." Marinette pointed out as the next model came out.

"Yes, now that one goes well with the model, and the belt is a nice touch." Adrien listened to them whisper back and forth through the show and found most of what they said confusing. He'd spent his whole life around this stuff, and yet he couldn't find himself joining their conversation at all.

"Did you like anything, Adrien?" Marinette finally asked as the last model did their turn and started back.

"Um… I guess?"

"Tell us how you really feel." Stephen remarked at how clueless he sounded. "You're a man aren't you? Didn't any of the ladies at least look nice?"

"Uh, well, that one with green dress and gloves looked nice?"

Marinette giggled at his near question. "It's okay, Adrien, don't force it."

"I just don't understand about all the different design ideas to be honest. I mean I know what I like, but don't ask me to explain it." He responded with an obscured blush that was revealed when the lights came on.

"Oh, I forgot there was a break after this one." Stephen stood up and pointed to the doors. "It's perfect timing. I'll be right back; text me if you two leave so I know where you are."

Adrien nodded and stayed seated while more than half of the room stood to move out. "Looks like quite a few people are leaving? Isn't there another show after the break?"

Marinette nodded. "Yeah, but it's in half an hour, and most people don't stay in one room for the whole day. There are several other shows going on around the city." Adrien couldn't say it made perfect sense. When his father dragged him around, it was hard to keep up with where they were going. He did remember, however, that they usually didn't leave the building for another in one day.

"That's only if you even care about those no names." Both teens were confused by the sudden intrusion of a familiar voice, and turned to find the source.

"… Chloe?" Marinette asked in confusion as the blond texted right beside her. She wore a very flattering yellow dress with a black jacket that only went down to midriff. Despite not looking up, her signature blond hair, ponytail and sunglasses on her head gave her away.


God I've been waiting to put her in here! The Chloe in the next chapter is loosely based on an older Chloe portrayed in fics by one of my favorite authors. I'll name them and the fic at the beginning of next chapter.

So the fashion show details were taken from light google searches and me making stuff up. Those are real designers, and anything specifically stated by characters as fact is true. (According to google) I made up the other stuff since I've never been to a show and didn't feel like watching videos about it. Also, Adrien's clothes were inspired by outfits I went through in Animal Crossing NH so yeah... (I've been known to wear orange, pink and green at the same time, so what do I know about fashion?)=^-^=

Thanks for reading! Please comment! (I'm stoked for what happens next so I may be easily encouraged to post again quickly, hint hint)=^-^=