“Ouch!” Marinette squealed, freezing in the middle of pulling a dress over her head.
“What’s wrong?” Chat asked, hands out, ready to help. She’d sounded more startled than hurt, but he didn’t care for it either way. There was also something vaguely familiar about it, but he couldn’t quite place it.
“I must’ve missed a pin,” she muttered, holding the neckline away from her as she peeled it back off.
Chat gathered the fabric and eased it back over her head, wincing at the long thin line of red down her cheek, from temple to jaw. "Oh, Princess,“ he whispered sadly. "You’re bleeding.”
“It’s just a scratch,” she assured him, trying to find the offending pin.
“It’s on your face, though.” He frowned and decided their photoshoot was cancelled. "We’ve got to get that taken care of. Pack up.“
"But it’s just a…”
“No,” he said firmly. He hadn’t had to show her his stern and unmovable side, so it was apparently time. "We’re going home and I’m going to tend to that.“
She blinked in surprise. "You’re that worried about it?”
“Please just let me take care of you,” he said, bending to press his forehead against hers in the way she liked.
“Fine.” She sighed. "Take me home, Chataxi.“