[It made sense.] That's really thoughtful of them. [She had to wonder, though, how the ones in charge knew when the next batch of newcomers was going to show up. Or maybe they just waited until enough of them had come?] I think that's probably the best way to do it.
[Marinette is smiling too because she remembered how nice Kairi had been. How helpful and patient with all her random questions, even.] Oh good. [She'd hate to think she'd put him off already.] I guess I need to practice what I preach, huh? [It was easier said than done sometimes, but she was working on it.]
We're gonna be great. [Maybe it was a little easier to feel so confident about that when he didn't remember that her dorkiness was basically an everyday occurrence. Marinette, unfortunately, didn't have the luxury of not catching the subtext. And she was just going to... casually ignore it as best she could because this was so not the time.]
Great! [Perhaps that reply was a bit too enthusiastic, but she wasn't overly worried about it. Things were going well, and she was content with the arrangement. Pleased by it, even. And maybe she'd been a little hasty in wanting to make him hers, but the idea of someone else coming along and snapping him up had just been unacceptable. And it had worked out in the end, so there was no reason to dwell on how hasty she'd been.]
It's okay. [Somehow it was comforting that they were both a little nervous.] That's right. You are safe with me. [Why she felt the need to repeat that, she had no idea. But she needed him to know that she'd keep him safe no matter what. She didn't even need a fancy naming ceremony to want to do so, either. Because she'd been making sure that Chat was safe this entire time anyway. Until she'd failed...]
Thank you. Your faith in me means the world to me. [A part of her realizes that he's probably just saying it to be kind, to try and boost her confidence. But another, less-logical part of her was desperate to believe that he really meant what he was saying, because he knew. But that was impossible. He didn't know she was Ladybug. And even if he had somehow found out, he wouldn't remember it now.] That sounds great to me.
[It's a little bit odd, hearing his happy laughter coming from a scarf, and she can't seem to stop her fingers from trailing over the fabric.]
Don't worry.
[She couldn't tell him, and she didn't want to give him a vague answer because she didn't want him to feel bad for upsetting her.]
I'm just so happy right now. These are happy tears, Adrien. [Marinette inhales softly as soft fabric grazes her cheek and fights the urge to lean into the touch. Why was he so sweet? He's right though. It would be okay. She was going to make sure that nothing bad happened to him while they were stuck here.] It's a good thing, really. Sometimes you just feel so strongly you can't help but cry.
[A believable enough explanation to be sure.] You're unforgettable. [In more ways than one, actually.] I am pretty lucky to have such a handsome, fashionable shinki. [That wasn't how he'd said it, and she knew it. But she let the words hang in the air as something occurred to her. Without so much as a warning, she was tilting her head just so as her eyes drifted over the length of the scarf. If it was meant to be the one she suspected, her signature would be there, plain as day, at one end.]
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[Marinette is smiling too because she remembered how nice Kairi had been. How helpful and patient with all her random questions, even.] Oh good. [She'd hate to think she'd put him off already.] I guess I need to practice what I preach, huh? [It was easier said than done sometimes, but she was working on it.]
We're gonna be great. [Maybe it was a little easier to feel so confident about that when he didn't remember that her dorkiness was basically an everyday occurrence. Marinette, unfortunately, didn't have the luxury of not catching the subtext. And she was just going to... casually ignore it as best she could because this was so not the time.]
Great! [Perhaps that reply was a bit too enthusiastic, but she wasn't overly worried about it. Things were going well, and she was content with the arrangement. Pleased by it, even. And maybe she'd been a little hasty in wanting to make him hers, but the idea of someone else coming along and snapping him up had just been unacceptable. And it had worked out in the end, so there was no reason to dwell on how hasty she'd been.]
It's okay. [Somehow it was comforting that they were both a little nervous.] That's right. You are safe with me. [Why she felt the need to repeat that, she had no idea. But she needed him to know that she'd keep him safe no matter what. She didn't even need a fancy naming ceremony to want to do so, either. Because she'd been making sure that Chat was safe this entire time anyway. Until she'd failed...]
Thank you. Your faith in me means the world to me. [A part of her realizes that he's probably just saying it to be kind, to try and boost her confidence. But another, less-logical part of her was desperate to believe that he really meant what he was saying, because he knew. But that was impossible. He didn't know she was Ladybug. And even if he had somehow found out, he wouldn't remember it now.] That sounds great to me.
[It's a little bit odd, hearing his happy laughter coming from a scarf, and she can't seem to stop her fingers from trailing over the fabric.]
Don't worry.
[She couldn't tell him, and she didn't want to give him a vague answer because she didn't want him to feel bad for upsetting her.]
I'm just so happy right now. These are happy tears, Adrien. [Marinette inhales softly as soft fabric grazes her cheek and fights the urge to lean into the touch. Why was he so sweet? He's right though. It would be okay. She was going to make sure that nothing bad happened to him while they were stuck here.] It's a good thing, really. Sometimes you just feel so strongly you can't help but cry.
[A believable enough explanation to be sure.] You're unforgettable. [In more ways than one, actually.] I am pretty lucky to have such a handsome, fashionable shinki. [That wasn't how he'd said it, and she knew it. But she let the words hang in the air as something occurred to her. Without so much as a warning, she was tilting her head just so as her eyes drifted over the length of the scarf. If it was meant to be the one she suspected, her signature would be there, plain as day, at one end.]