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Warm, Dry Space
Marichat Week 2 Day 4: Bodyguard.
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On a rainy afternoon in Paris, Marinette walked home under the umbrella she had never quite given back to Adrien. Her world was gray and filled with the soft pattering of water droplets on every surface, and she couldn’t help but think the city subdued, its residents tucked away in warm, dry spaces.
Up ahead, she spotted a familiar face. Chat Noir stood at the mouth of an alley, arms folded behind his back, completely soaked. Marinette approached him. “What are you doing, Chat Noir? It’s cold out here,” she said, and held the umbrella over both their heads.
Chat Noir’s teeth chattered. “I know. I was on my way home, but then…” He looked back into the alley.
A mother cat hurried by with a kitten in her mouth. She placed the baby somewhere dry and out of sight, then returned, scooped up another, and repeated the process.
“I tried to help her but she hissed at me,” Chat explained with a sheepish laugh. “So I’m playing bodyguard instead.”
He’d gotten all wet to make sure a cat safely relocated its kittens? Marinette’s heart skipped a beat. “I’ll wait with you, then. No sense in you getting even wetter.”
Chat Noir smiled at her. “Thank you.” His eyes flickered up to the umbrella and his smile faded just a bit, then brightened. He pulled Marinette closer to his side. “So your clothes won’t get wet,” he explained.
She arched an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Hands to yourself, kitty.”
“Yes ma’am.”