Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!
This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl
I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!!
“So you were right.”
“Was I now?”
“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.
“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.
“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.
“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.
“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”
“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.
“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.
“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.
“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.
“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”
“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”
“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”
“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”
Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.
“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”
“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.
“I want you to not get me another present.”
“Try again. What do you want?”
“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.
“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.
“Chat!” She called after him.
He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.
“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.
Only then did he disappear into the night.