Cat Noir wandered upstairs a bowl of fruit in his hands. Cat sighed as he entered Marinette's room. She was still working on her sketches. He was proud of how determined she was wanting to be a designer, but she needed some fun.
Sitting down in the extra chair, Cat propped his hands on his chin, watching her work. Marinette peeked up at him and Cat grinned. Did he detect a little flush to her cheeks? Setting down her crayon, Marinette turned to her best friend. "May I help, my favorite ball of fluff?" "Correction, I'm your only ball of fluff and don't you forget it," he grinned, booping her nose. "What's that?" Marinette asked, pointing to the pink bandanna in her partner's hand. "A blindfold, you need to put it on and guess what I have in my hand."
Marinette giggled. "I can already tell you. Tuna, kibble and a whole lot of yarn." Cat peered into her Cat Noir coffee mug. "Did you ask them to put extra sass in your cup?" "Double shot," Marinette was quick to respond. But then she obediently tied the blindfold on.
"First up, what is this?" Cat asked, handing her a strawberry. "Easy, a strawberry." Cat's mouth dropped open. "How did you guess so fast?" "Easy," she said with a shrug. "Strawberries are my favorite fruit." Cat would have to keep that in mind, as he bit into a berry himself.
"Now, before we go to the next one, I have to make sure your not cheating." He checked the blindfold, his claws lightly tickling her. She laughed, and it made his heart glow. He loved being able to make his Princess laugh.
"Okay, next one, and it might be a little harder." Marinette brushed the object with her fingers, it was long and had some kind of peel. Then she had the answer, but decided to have a bit of fun. "It feels like your hair looks," she grinned. "Very funny. Try again." "What, you don't find my jokes a-peeling?"
Good thing she had the blindfold on, for Cat was now as red as a cherry. "Okay, banana. Cat." "Right again," he croaked out, and Marinette smirked to herself. "Last one, and I'm going to put a drop on your finger."
It was sticky, and Marinette knew instantly. "Is it syrup?" "Yes, but you also could have said something sweet."
Marinette took off the blindfold and wiped her hand. "May I do one with you, Kitty?" "Of course." She waited till he put on the blindfold. "Here it is," she said, giving him a sweet little kiss. "There's your something sweet."