True to his name Cat Noir although somewhat human had a great many cat-like qualities and quirks about him. Marinette actually found it quite humorous. Every day when she returned from work she found him curled up sleeping in cat-like poses. He was also very entertained by balls of yarn and laser pointers. However, every night when they had dinner he ate like a gentleman. He was kind and very helpful. At night, the two would sit on the couch and watched TV. Every morning Marinette would find him at the table sipping a glass of milk. This was becoming normal for Marinette. Cat was great company. Still, she had many, many questions about him. Surely he hadn't always been like this. Marinette wasn't one to pressure people though and she decided that if Cat wanted to tell her he would.

Marinette was nervous. Other than work she hadn't left her apartment since the incident. She was scared. What if it were to happen again? They really needed groceries though and Marinette wasn't too fond of ordering them due to a couple mishaps in the past. She wanted Cat to go with her but he knew he couldn't or she thought he couldn't. When she had brought up her concerns Cat simply smiled and said:

"Of course I can go with you, Princess,"

Ignoring the fact that he had called her Princess, Marinette asked.

"But how? You'll attract attention,"

"Simple, all we need to do is cover my ears and tail,"

"What about your eyes though?"

"If anyone asks they're special contact lenses,"

"Oh,"

That is how Cat started running errands with Marinette.

...


The young explorer breathed a sigh of immense relief. He had finally found it. The cave that held the stones. Now all he had to do was collect them for his father and be on his way. The rumored curse was engraved on the walls as he passed through the cave. Roughly translated it read: Beware those with selfish intent. A curse on your head should you disturb the miraculous stones. Wary of these warnings the explorer trekked on, hoping that simply retrieving the stones for his father did not count as selfish intent.

He really hoped it didn't.


At the store, Marinette tried to make the trip go by as fast as possible. She tensed briefly when she felt Cat wrap his arm around her waist. The moment of discomfort was fleeting and soon Marinette was even leaning into him for support. He helped pick out the groceries, even taking the shopping cart away from her so that he could steer it. Soon enough they had everything they needed and headed for the self-checkout. After paying for the groceries they gathered the bags in their arms and hastily headed home. Once everything had been put away they were curled up on the couch watching TV again.

"Marinette?"

"Yes, Cat?"

"What do you do during the day at work?"

"I work in a bakery,"

"Your parent's?"

"No, I work in a different bakery with my friend Alya,"

"Did you always want to be a baker?"

"No, I wanted to be a fashion designer,"

"You would be a really great designer, Princess,"

"Why do you call me Princess?"

"Because it suits you,"

"I wouldn't be to sure about that,"

"I would,"

"Cat?"

"Yeah?"

"Were you born like this?"

"No, I was cursed,"

"I'm always here if you want to talk about it,"

"I know"