my heart is not my own, pretend though I might that it is
She’s not fond of this job, but for an establishment of its kind it’s high-class and pays well. Still, she wonders if she should look for another job so that she doesn’t have to see her persistent little pest.
“You’ve got yourself a regular,” Tikki teases in the backroom as she changes into her Ladybug costume.
Marinette groans, mashing her face into her hands. She peels off her own Ladybug mask as she looks back up. “Why does he keep coming back? Why?”
“I don’t know why you get so mad about it,” Tikki laughs, pulling the skintight Ladybug costume up her legs. “Ladybug and Chat Noir are adorable together.”
Marinette rolls her eyes at the other girl. “He’s rude and awful,” she insists stubbornly. “And we are not together! Why do you keep saying that? I don’t even know who he is!”
Tikki giggles. “Sweetie, you have no idea what you’ve got, do you?” she asks affectionately. “He likes you. A lot. And he’s not obnoxious about it. And he’s pretty cute, don’t even try to lie.”
“He’s harassing me,” Marinette grumbles, removing her satchel and tossing it and her mask into the designated locker.
Tikki rolls her eyes, clasping her own satchel around her waist. “He does no such thing, he’s a perfect gentleman to T. Ladybug. Give him a chance, Marinette. You might like him if you get past his puns.”
“It’s not his puns, it’s his… everything! Everything about him is infuriating, up to and including how frikkin hot he is.”
“So he is hot?”
“You are missing the point.”
Tikki smirks, and then her expression sobers and sharpens. “But tell the truth. Are you really not interested in him?”