"Chat, I just really REALLY want to braid your hair. Can I?"
Chat, I just really REALLY want to braid your hair. Can I?” Alya asked eagerly. Chat groaned, still dazed from his fall.
“Alya!” Marinette scolded.
“What? It’s not like I asked to take nude pictures of him… Wait can I-” Alya began.
“Alya!!” Marinette practically screeched.
“Wh-waht happened?” Chat groaned from his place on Marinette’s bed where the two girls were leaning over him.
“You fell off of Marinette’s roof and hit your head pretty heard on the banister of her balcony,” Alya giggled.
“Marinette?” Chat asked confused looking towards the girl with pigtails.
“Are you okay Chat?” Marinette smiled gently before placing a hand on his arm. Chat’s eyes suddenly rolled into the back of his head.
“Chat! Oh my gosh! Chat! Chat!” Marinette’s voice sounded farther and farther away into the abyss of his unconscious.