[ that almost nets marinette a laugh, though it all comes out as an awkward chuckle. he's still not entirely comfortable, and he's still not entirely certain what to do about this... but he supposes if anyone was to find out, marinette was one of those that were... fine. marinette was good.
idly, he wonders what she's thinking—this is probably odd for her. weird. beyond understanding, and he gets that. muted adrien agreste is about as far from chat noir as it gets; that's exactly what he aims for. ]
... That means a lot. [ genuinely. at her question a hand goes up to the back of his head, touching the injury there tentatively (with a small wince). ] It's just— my head, I think.
[ both physically and mentally. magic suits and all meant injuries anywhere else were pretty hard to get, so at least he doesn't have bruises to go with this headache. ]
no YOU
idly, he wonders what she's thinking—this is probably odd for her. weird. beyond understanding, and he gets that. muted adrien agreste is about as far from chat noir as it gets; that's exactly what he aims for. ]
... That means a lot. [ genuinely. at her question a hand goes up to the back of his head, touching the injury there tentatively (with a small wince). ] It's just— my head, I think.
[ both physically and mentally. magic suits and all meant injuries anywhere else were pretty hard to get, so at least he doesn't have bruises to go with this headache. ]