#confiernoir

As Marinette had just been explaining to Alya over the phone before hanging up, she had intended on having a v e r y relaxed day. Having plenty of time to upgrade her collage of Adrien from the new magazine ads she’d collected. It was the best time, a knock at her door, however, disrupted her as she went to answer it to see, ADRIEN?! Panic set in as she awkwardly answered  ❝  You, why!? I-I mean goodbye I MEAN Hi, Come in!  ❞  Her heart was racing, she needed to stay focused, the first course of action was to keep him FAR AWAY from her room as possible. But she couldn’t think of a reason for them to be hanging around her kitchen. Lucky for her, speaking about her family was a much easier topic to speak on.  ❝  Well, they usually work alone. Well not alone, alone, together. They work really well as a team, gets things done faster. This one time they finished three different wedding cakes, they were amazing and that was just in one day!  ❞  a small smile spread on her lips thinking of the fond memory, of many similar memories watching her parents bake together, they were always so happy and in love when they worked on projects like that together. They were very fortunate to have a job they both loved so much. However, this thought was soon interrupted by his question, the heat rising to her cheeks from such a suggestion. 

@confiernoir  //;; Nathaniel Starter Call - Open

     ~*;; “Hnng..” The quiet grunt left Nathaniel as he sat at the base of the steps in Collège Françoise Dupont. Class had let out and there was a free period before the next class started so Nathaniel had wanted to use this as an opportunity to continue his comic. Though, that wasn’t going so well at the moment. Another soft huff left him as he crossed his arm over his sketch book and tapped his pencil to his chin in thought. 

     He was struggling with the next scene, mostly because he wasn’t quite sure if he should made Ladybug and MightyIllustrator confess yet or not. It was a work in progress after all. Maybe he could hunt Marc down later and discuss it with him. 

❝ I’m... just a makeup artist, I suppose, ❞ she murmured, pressing her makeup brush against the powered concealer. Leaning in, she gently brushed it against his cheek, preparing him for a school modelling session--CHARITY EVENTS on school grounds provided entertainment but required a lot of work after all.

❝ I don’t think I’d ever really consider myself a model. You were practically born for it, that’s the difference between you and I. I think I prefer staying in the shadows. ❞ PAUSING FOR A MOMENT TO APPLY SOME BLUSH, she then continued.

“This is sooo boring! Isn’t there anything more fun we can do?” Plagg collapsed on top of Adrien’s math homework, completely bored over everything that was happening. School and modelling was just so boring and dull, what  did he even want the kwami to do?