#sleeeeeeeeep

Notes: Shout out to all the lovelies in the Lovebugs & Snakecharmers Discord for brainstorming this one with me – they saved y’all from a bumbling Marinette deadass asking Luka, “How’s your penis?!”  (Sorry about the missed update: I got out of class late Tuesday night, then hit night construction coming home – there was no mental function for a quick proof & post.  And late again tonight because, "Oh, Ver, you have to make cupcakes for the coworker that's leaving Friday because you offered even though you said you might not have time so now  you HAVE to!"  Y'all I have SINNED.  Ms. F's getting a box mix.  A doctored box mix, but still box.)  Look for a double update this weekend to make up for it.)

Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days

Day Four, Loop Three: Chocolate

Marinette woke up knowing something was off.

She could feel it in the pounding of her head.  She could hear it in the happy Parisians shouting their morning greetings on the street below.  She could smell it in the scent of fresh bread mixed with candy apples wafting up from the bakery below.  She could see it in her damn phone blaring Friday, 14 February at her in its mocking alarm.  She could remember it in the fluttering of purple-black butterfly wings.

Je comprends pas pourquoi mon corps (ou mon cerveau ?) capte pas que le meilleur moyen d'être moins crevé c'est de dormir ??

Je passe mes journées à demander du calme pour pouvoir me reposer un peu, à être au radar parce que je suis épuisée mais la nuit c'est en mode "Aller j'ai dormi 4h on est LAAAARGES pour tenir toute la journée !"

Guess what? Non on n'est pas larges on est : CLAQUÉS !

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