![]() I broke all my bones that day I found you, crying at the lake.” Chat leaned down to let his forehead rest on hers, his eyes closing as he continued singing. “Baby, I am a wreck when I’m without you, I need you here to stay. “He’s singing, she’s a, she’s a lady, and I am just a line without a hook.” The hand he held in hers let go of her to brush back a stray strand of hair, which then moved to cup her cheeks. One of his hands stayed in hers, the other wrapped around her waist. “She’s a, she’s a lady, and I am just a boy,” Chat’s tail swished as he sang to Marinette. “And in my eyes, there is a tiny dancer, watching over me, he’s singing,” Chat moved just enough to see Marinette out of the corner of his eyes and pranced over to where Marinette was now standing, watching him with amusement in her eyes, and grabbed a hold of her hands once she set down her plate of macaroons and pulled her to him. Was it something I said to make you feel like you’re a burden, oh, and if I could take it all back, I swear that I would pull you from the tide.” Chat was singing as Marinette looked on, holding back her giggles.Ĭhat continued to prance around her room as Marinette pulled herself up as quietly as she could as to not disturb the jamming kitty. I broke all my bones that day I found you. “Baby, I am a wreck when I’m without you. Prancing around her room with his tail in his hand as a makeshift microphone, was the one and only Chat Noir. Slowly and as quietly as she could, Marinette opened up the hatch to her room and peered inside. It was only when she reached the hatch leading up to her room that she realized another voice had joined the mix of the Ricky Montgomery playlist she had going. “Oh, guess I forgot to turn my music off.” She mumbled to herself. Heading down to the bakery, she grabbed herself some of the leftover macaroons and headed back upstairs.Īs she was making her way back up to her room, she could hear her music still playing. “And I had such a good routine going.” She grumbled as she stood up, brushing stray bits of fabric off her legs. The bluenette grumbled, annoyed with the fact that she was hungry. ![]() Marinette had been listening to music as she cut fabric, and drew new designs when her stomach rumbled.
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