"Paon! Paon!" Marinette called angrily off her balcony. Sure, her neighbors may think she's a little crazy - but to be honest, this guy kinda was driving her insane.
"He's not going to magically hear you, you know. That's not how it works," Amokinette chuckled, her arms propped up right on the edge of the trapdoor to her balcony.
"You have to hide. Someone is going to see you."
"It's fine, I'm, like, basically just your sister. And no one is going to be at your balcony this late anyways. Especially Paon." Amokinette placed extra emphasis on the final name, twirling her pigtails in contrast to Marinette's growingly irritated expression.
"You showed up here pretty late."
"Hey, to me I was only born a few hours ago. And it took me a while to find… myself," Amokinette said vaguely. Knowing herself, Marinette understood where those stalkerish skills came from.
"Well, anyways, I don't exactly have any other options. He caused this, so this is his problem."
"Right, and I'm sure this hour's the charm."
"You're not exactly one to be talking about charms here, Amokinette."
"That's such a terrible name, for the record."
"How about Inette?" A male voice shot up from above. Both of the girls' faces looked up, one fuming and one slightly amused.
"Finally! Look what you've done! Is this just to torture me or something?" Marinette seethed. She tried to bite back her anger, remembering that civilian her had never actually met Paon before.
"No way, when he made me, it was much more of a 'oh Marinette I missed you, oh I love you, please just marry me!'"
Both Paon and Marinette flushed at Inette's suggestion. There's no way; was Adrien finally crushing back on her? Now, after she had discovered he was a supervillain?
She side-eyed him, looking for hints of manipulation, that deadly charm; instead, he was timid, struggling to find words like a schoolboy with a crush. Like her schoolboy crush, the dreamy teenager that used to cover her walls. Like her Adrien.
"Just because I gave you back your stupid token does not mean you have the freedom to share my secrets," he muffled out between his hands covering his face.
As the tension in the air loosened, Marinette let the realization set in. Paon had given her back her control? He had finally created this perfect human replica, and didn't even want to use it in some plot.
"I'm sorry," Paon said, looking for the first time at Marinette again, his baggy eyes open and genuinely apologetic. "I didn't mean to disappear on you for so long. And I'm sorry for the clone too, I'm sure it's awkward to say the least."
He motioned for Inette to step up, joining them on the balcony. "I'll get you on a train out of here tomorrow, like I promised. And then you're welcome to live your life, as long as you never return to Paris."
"She can stay the night here, and you can pick her up for the first train in the morning." Marinette sighed. She still didn't love the idea of a clone wandering around somewhere, certainly not near Paon, but she wasn't very well going to advocate for killing the girl.
Paon gave Marinette a grateful and tired nod, as Inette chased over to wrap her arms around her twin. "My first sleepover!"
Inette's energy perhaps made sense as an excited 3-hour-year-old, and she unfortunately doubted either of the girls would be getting much sleep.