"I'm sorry it had to happen this was," she whispered as she pulled the blade out. (MariChat)
“I’m sorry it had to happen this way,” she whispered as she pulled the blade out.
“Now, now, Princess,” Chat pleaded. “Th-there’s a way out of this!”
“No there isn’t Chat Noir,” Marinette sighed, the blade inching closer to him. “It’s too late.”
A few quick swipes of the knife and Chat stood, scraps of multi-colored yarn piled around his boots.
“I’m sorry, Adrien,” she huffed. “Now it’ll take even longer to make a hat to match the scarf I made you.”
“As much as I appreciate you getting me out of that mess, Princess, I would have untangled myself eventua…wait,” he blinked, “Adrien? Scarf?”
Marinette brandished the knife in his face and he backed away, eyes wide and his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Never. Play. With my good yarn. Ever. Again.”