"Who's on for a snow battle at the park?" Nino yelled. A chorus of "yeses" followed his question, and of course one of them had to be from cute Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Who I have a massive crush on us.
I want to play in the snow, but Father would yell at me if I got the designer jacket dirty. "What do I do, Plagg?" I murmur to my Kwami, setting the small sliver phone down so he can write me message. "Um, transform, duh!" comes the reply.
I groan, slapping my forehead. Why didn't I think of that? "Adrien, you coming to the park?" Marinette asks, wrapping her scarf around her neck. "Yeah, be there in a bit!"
Everyone rushes out, and I rush to the bathroom to transform. Then I'm off, let the battle of the snowballs begin!
By now, I know Marinette is also my partner, Toxinelle, and we're always competing with each other. So when I get a cold ball of snow to the face, something feral rises in me. "Is that all you got, puny-fly?" I yell.
I can see Marinette glaring at me from a little ways away. But neither of us are prepared for a sudden deluge of snow to come sliding off the roof by the warm-up building.
Thinking on my feet, I dive just in time, sending Marinette and myself flying into a snowbank. "Watch out, Princess!" I yell. Hey, I can some points for saving my damsel in distress, can't I?
"Claw," Marinette gasps as she tries to catch her breath as we lay in a heap. "Your squishing me." Instantly, I leap up, still staring down at her, our eyes locking. I immediately catch that frown on her face. Uh-oh, she has that look.
I leap off and take off running, hoping to lose myself in the crowd of snowball throwers. Only I am thrown instead, landing with a hard thump! Into the snow. I pull a disgusted face, for only one person, and one person only has the strength to do this.
My assumption is correct when I see one black and red spotted foot. Cockroach. "Oh, great, just my luck," I snark, trying to heave myself from the cold snow.
I yelp, and try to burrow into the snow as a tongue of fire bursts past me, and she nearly singes my hair. "Are you insane?" I yell at her. "Do you know how long it took me to style this morning?"
Toxinelle looks very pleased with herself, or she just likes carrying her flamethrower. "If I were you," she steps closer, "I'd make like a snowball and roll." My mouth gapes open, for she's just made a joke. However, I don't want to become a burnt marshmallow. "Truce if I buy you Starbucks?"
Instantly, the lucky charm disappears. "Now your talking!" she says. Whew, not only did I not become a snowball but I still have all my hair. Its a good day, indeed.
