“In our culture, we all search for closure. But closure is an illusion. Science shows us that the universe is constantly in flux. It’s what allows our friendships and our love to constantly surprise us.”
“Quantum physicists have postulated that the way we experience time is an illusion, that it doesn’t happen in a linear way. That past and present– in reality, there’s no difference.”
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“Marinette, why is Chat Noir climbing in through your window?”
Marinette turned from her screen to look at a very bemused Alya, and
then at the black cat who was now sitting frozen in shock on her bed.
She should have expected it, really. As much as they were both at her
house, it was a miracle that it hadn’t happened already. But this was
Saturday night, and Chat usually didn’t come on a Saturday unless he had
to miss Friday, so having Alya stay over that night should have been
safe. What was he doing here two nights in a row?
“Earth to Marinette?”
She blinked, and realized that Alya was still staring at her expectantly. “Uh, patrolling?” she said intelligently.
Chat’s eyes darted in panic between them. “Yeah, patrolling! I was
just conducting an in-depth patrol, visiting totally random citizens in
their homes, but, um, I can see that there’s no akuma here, so I’ll
just, uh, be on my way—”
“Oh, no you don’t!” Alya leapt up and grabbed his tail, catching him
with his torso already half outside. She coiled the end of it around
her fist and tugged, smirking. “If you don’t stick around, then you’re
going to leave poor Marinette to face interrogation alone.”
Chat sighed and dropped back to the bed, pulling the trap door closed behind him.
“Don’t ‘Alya’ me, M,” she tossed back, making herself comfortable on
the chaise. “You’re the one who’s been secretly meeting with one half
of Paris’s super duo. And don’t even try to tell me this was the first
time. That cat has obviously been here before.”
“Ok, so, maybe he’s been here once or twice before—”
“The cat’s out of the bag now, Princess.” He dropped to the floor
next to where Marinette still sat in her desk chair, and leaned his head
against her knee. “You might as well come clean. You know the
Ladyblogger better than I do, but even I know she’s not gonna quit till
she gets her scoop.”
Alya’s eyes had lit at his use of her nickname, and Marinette groaned. “Now you’ve done it, you mangy cat.”
“ ‘Princess’? He has a pet name for you? Girl, how long have you been holding out on me?”
“A while?” She shrugged. “I don’t really remember when it started. And it wasn’t that often at first.”
Alya’s hands twitched on her phone, like she was itching to start recording this like an interview. “How did it even start?”
“I was out on my balcony one evening, and I saw him vaulting around
the rooftops. I said hi, and he came and sat on my balcony for a while,
and…” She shrugged again, and thoughtlessly dropped her hand onto his
head and began to absently scratch his ears. Chat pushed his head into
her hand and closed his eyes happily under her ministrations.
Alya noted both of these things with interest, but didn’t interrupt.
“And I came back,” Chat said without opening his eyes, “because she’s good company. And she feeds me.”
Alya laughed. “Marinette, don’t you know better than to feed strays?”
“Well, I do now,” she laughed.
“Hey!” He lifted his head to glare at her indignantly.
“You know I’m only teasing, Chaton.” His expression eased, and he put his head against her knee once more.
Alya’s brows climbed up into her hairline, but she still didn’t
comment. “So why didn’t you tell me that you’ve had a superhero
visiting your bedroom, Mari?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged yet again. “The first time, I thought
it was a one-time thing. And what was I going to say, ‘Chat Noir just
happened by my balcony yesterday, and kept me company for a few hours’
“A few hours?”
“We were bored.”
“Whatever.” Marinette waved a hand dismissively. “I just didn’t
mention it. I mean, I told my parents, because I didn’t want them to
freak out, but it…just didn’t really occur to me to tell anyone else.”
“I’m glad she didn’t,” Chat put in quietly. “If it got out that I
like to come here, it might put her family in danger. And if it got out
that she’s a friend of mine, it would definitely put her in danger.”
“I guess I can see that.” Alya nodded thoughtfully. “So, you guys are just…friends? What do you do?”
“Whatever, really. Play Mecha Strike, watch movies, do homework…”
“I help her with her physics.” Chat grinned. “And model for her when she needs a muse.”
“With, or without the suit?”
“Alya!” Marinette just knew that her face was scarlet.
“What? It’s a valid question.”
Chat laughed, and waggled his brows suggestively. “With the suit, this time. But next time? Who knows.”
She pulled her fingers from his hair, and nudged his head with her knee. “Ugh, Chat, I think it’s time for you to go.”
“Do I have to?” He pouted.
“Yes. Go. I’ll see you…another time. Ok?”
“Fine. A cat knows when he’s not wanted.” He stood and winked at
Marinette with his back to the chaise, so that Alya wouldn’t see. Then
climbed the ladder to Marinette’s loft bed, and pushed open the door in
the ceiling. “See you later, Ladyblogger. Goodnight, Princess,” he
called down, and then he was gone, the door closed quietly behind him.
Alya turned back to Marinette, who was still staring at the skylight
with a soft smile. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are you dating Chat Noir?!”