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Chat frowns in his sleep. The first time Marinette noticed was when he accidentally fell asleep during a movie. They had settled into a comfortable position; she ended up snuggled against his chest while he sat behind her. She had felt it when his breathing deepened. His head had fallen on her shoulder. She didn’t dare wake him. But when the movie was over and it was time for him to go home, she had to disentangle herself. Without her shoulder to keep his head up, he had leaned back against her chaise, frowning fiercely, his brow furrowed behind the mask. He muttered vaguely, curling into himself. She had admired the strong line of his jaw; not entirely her fault, she reasoned later. He was clenching his teeth and it made the muscle at the side of his throat tighten. She had longed to trace the sharp lines with her fingers. She settled for a quick sketch. The moment captured, she had shaken his shoulder and he stumbled into consciousness slowly. He mumbled an apology, but he fell back asleep without moving from his spot on the floor, his head cradled on his arm on her chaise.