14. OMG, Buff Children!
"Anything you can lift, I can lift higher!"
"Adrien, not now. Please," Marinette muttered, her brows furrowed as she threaded a needle. "This jacket should have been finished yesterday, and I'm only just starting on the hemming—"
"I can lift anything higher than you!" Adrien, the golden-haired love of her life, lifted himself up on his knees from his position on her chaise. Adrien, the golden-haired love of her life, whom she felt very much like throttling right at this moment.
Instead of throwing her pincushion at him, Marinette set down her half-finished double-breasted dress suit with deliberate slowness. Two could play at this game.
"No, you can't," she declared, spinning her swivel chair around to cross her arms and turn up her nose at him.
"Yes, I can!" He smirked, flipping his fringe in a well-practiced toss of his head as he flexed his arms.
"No, you can't!"
"Yes, I can!"
"No, you can't!"
"Yes, I can!"
"No, you can't!"
"Prove it," she said, propping an elbow on her desk, hand in the air and fingers slightly curled. With her other hand, she beckoned, a clear challenge.
Adrien's cocky smirk immediately dropped. Cowed, he sat back down on the chaise. Not without starting a silent pouting fest, but he was finally silent.
Marinette smiled, face serene and free of creases, turning back to her work. "Smart boy."