No dramatic confession, no drum roll. No contrived coincidences. Just a swirl of black and red, and a nervous little girl, tucking an unmoving, small, keychain-sized little doll into her jacket as she holds onto this cat boy, her partner, for dear life.
She can't even bring herself to say anything when it happens. Like, what if she sounds different? What if he can tell?
Perhaps the worst part of it is quelling the one part of her that is curious how he'd react. How Paris would react, knowing Ladybug is just Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
But when they come face to face with a wall, nearly running into it if not for Cat Noir's quick reflexes, she is startled, gripping his shoulders firmly. ]
A dead end? But...
[ She didn't notice any other way, any fork in the road. ]
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No dramatic confession, no drum roll. No contrived coincidences. Just a swirl of black and red, and a nervous little girl, tucking an unmoving, small, keychain-sized little doll into her jacket as she holds onto this cat boy, her partner, for dear life.
She can't even bring herself to say anything when it happens. Like, what if she sounds different? What if he can tell?
Perhaps the worst part of it is quelling the one part of her that is curious how he'd react. How Paris would react, knowing Ladybug is just Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
But when they come face to face with a wall, nearly running into it if not for Cat Noir's quick reflexes, she is startled, gripping his shoulders firmly. ]
A dead end? But...
[ She didn't notice any other way, any fork in the road. ]