prince of cats
chapter three: the gentle fine is this
1. i remembered what i was going to say last week: this is a really REALLY cliche fic, so if you’re not into that you may want to rethink your reading, but also, this is me so i think everyone expects dcom
2. i accidentally put the wrong tags in ch1, and that’s been changed, but just so we’re clear, i’m using #proc ml and #prince of cats ml for this fic
“You are not my cat,” Marinette says simply.
Plagg meows in response.
She sighs and drags a hand through her hair. She now has to add ‘return cat’ to her list of things to do today. She would just leave Plagg be and let him run back to Adrien, but something tells her Plagg isn’t much of an outdoor cat. That something being Adrien’s reaction to Plagg making a break for it.
Also, Plagg looks comfortable in his patch of sun. If Marinette knows anything about cats, it’s that Plagg isn’t moving any time soon.
She crosses her arms. “You’re going to have to wait for me to change,” she tells him. She refuses to go knocking on Adrien’s door in a pair of ratty old pajamas with Sailor Moon on the pants.
Plagg just closes his eyes and turns his face toward the sun.