Toss & turn. Toss & turn.
God, she was not a salad.Just immensely tired && unbelievably frustrated if you wereable to see the violet rings stretching on the thin skin under hereyes. By the way, the blueish and cute hues were not heavenly anymore(according to certain people she would not name) but literallyinjected with blood and carrying an outraged expression. Theexpression of a murderer soon going on a rampage. A quick check onher alarm clock sufficed to produce a heavy groan under her blankets,the scarlet numbers indicating (much to her dismay) 01:24. wait.What ? It was past freaking midnight, and the thought alone wasenough for the young girl to groan even louder as she suddenlyextirpated her disheveled hair from her refuge.Pink pajama, pink ribbons(usually binding her dark hair) scattered across her crumpledpillows, freckles barely visible on her pale flesh, this wasMarinette Dupain-Cheng for you.. or was it ?
A raw & gutturalsinging…No, a raw &&guttural screeching wasstill making its way through her earbuds. those were more than necessary when spring was making its way onto Paris && especially when you lived right under the roof. for two reasons actually (and both related to the seasonal changes):reason a) spring –> warm –> living in an attic —> unbearable heat –> open window.and the reason b), very much intrinsically linked to the first: spring –> C A T S.these goddamn cats were making a ruckus in the streets for a week now. females && males meowed their best, their inhuman screeches echoing in the alleys like discordant music and filling the usually quite quiet parisian nights… and the ears of the inhabitants, hence the explosion of earbuds’ sales during the last three days (and the amount of kicks directed to the feline gent).Marinette loved cats. she did. HELL she was even working with one, it should be solid proof enough to show you how much she loved them. well – Mari generally loved what was cute, gentle, soft & furry. Cats indeed could be sorted in this category, except when they were going in this mating call frenzy and not letting her sleep. Damn. She had enough with school, homework, bakery shifts, akumas, patrols, enduring puns… “ i want a raise. i’m not paid enough for this. her low voice rumbled in her throat, croaky and exhausted.- marinette ? “a sleepy whisper interrupted the young girl’s train of thoughts, attracting her attention && she machinally tilted her head to see at least the top of a vermillion head peeking from the shoebox on her desk. aww, the sound of her heels hitting the ground probably awoke Tikki, she mused with a tinge of culpability, soon completely replaced with an abrupt feeling of fright.
“ —— ME O WWWW. MIAOU MEOW.”
hair rose on her neck, standing by her desk in a terrified stance (including: squared shoulders, clenched fists and hanging jaw) and when both pair of eyes connected, Marinette could feel that her kwami was pretty much feeling the same, her antennas waving in the air as if it would help her to grasp what was going on. either it was close from their house.. or it was a really big cat howling in the night. a really, really, really big cat !“ stay tight, tikki, i’m gonna check ——–- be careful Mari !- please it’s just —— “and where the teenager had tried to pull off a comforting & carefree expression on her face, it was automatically replaced by a gasp of surprise and indignation. unfortunately she had to keep her mouth shut not to wake up her parents (God knew how much rest bakers needed) but the show below her window was not worth it. the lanky && leather clad frame of her companion was in sight, glistening under the lights of paris and the moon above them, and around him almost a whole army of stray (or not) cats harmonizing with whatever was coming from his mouth. heavy frown. she squinted so hard her eyes almost disappeared under the shadows of her eyebrows and the scandalized fold of her lips. even the faint chuckle of tikky could not help, and certainly not stopping her from lifting the window further and letting her thin waist going through. Tikki could see the almost elegant movement of her hand reaching her ankle, grabbing her slipper — with more strength than it needed — and…. SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH. THUD.cue the uncoherent meowing, hissing and dozen (if not at least fifty) kitties running away in a loud sound of disapproval. As well as the mutterings, more or less silent, of the pack leader… at least until Marinette slammed the window shut and with a hazardous stride came back to her bed to crash on the mattress. with only one slipper.but at least still five hours of relatively calm sl ——— “ O H C O M E O N. “
