[ cats land on their feet. even as chat noir, adrien doesn't quite do that as much as he probably should, even when he's probably perceived as more perfect when he's not clad in leather and jumping from roof to roof. funny, that.
tonight's one of those rare moments where he's actually blundering as not chat noir. he's managed to slip into an outing with alya, nino and marinette without getting immediately shut down by his father, which he's taking as his rare bit of good luck for the month. that... left absolutely none for their activity of choice: ice skating at trocadero.
yeah, he's not good at that. nino and alya were suspiciously quick to skate off with practised skill, leaving usually-quiet-marinette to take care of the near slipping mess that is currently adrien agreste, hand on the guard rail. he's shifting between sheepish and here-we-go-i'm-going-to-fall as he looks at her, but it's pretty clear he's feeling apologetic about the whole thing. ]
Sorry about this, Marinette. It— [ a small slip, almost; he's having flashbacks to Climatika and her fondness towards ice-ing up the whole street. ] —woah. It's looks a lot easier than it actually is, huh?
[Unlike Adrien, Marinette knows exactly why Alya had ditched her so quickly, dragging a smirking Nino with her. Like always, Marinette's grateful for her friend's helpful nudges toward her crush, but at the same time, she's panicking a little at the thought of being alone--sorta--with him on the rink.]
I-it's okay, Adrien! [She stutters out, her trembling voice at odds with the graceful, practiced way she's handling herself on the ice. She and Alya have gone ice skating together often, after all, though she's realizing the same can't be said of Adrien. Probably too busy with his modeling and other things, she figures.]
You, you just--your skates! U-um...there? [Marinette blushes as she helplessly fumbles her way through the words. Finally, she just points toward the edge of the rink, where others are holding onto the low wall as they get used to the ice.
[ there's probably something endearing about the stuttering... except it just leaves adrien wondering what he's done to get marinette so painfully wound up all the time. especially considering how she acted around chat noir, and how she acts around the rest of the class.
oh, well. curiosity is all he basically feels towards her quirk—he's patient enough to try and get her point regardless; sure, he's not proficient in the skating department, but he's gotten enough experience in waiting for marinette to piece together what she wants to say to him. that, or he can interpret it. ]
There...? [ he repeats, as he glances over to where she's pointing and... him getting what she means settles quickly onto his expression. ] Oh!
[ and then a smile, for her patience and help because this is going totally well so far. (no, it isn't, because she can't speak and he can't... stand. well. right now.) ]
Good idea. Just— give me a second... [ to struggle over there. also give him another second to consider something else. a hint of hesitation, then: ] ... And a hand? Is that okay?
[Outside, she just gives him a wide-eyed look. Inside, she's practically hyperventilating at the thought of holding Adrien's hand. The thought's enough to send her mind whirling, probably blowing a fuse somewhere. Error: Application failed to initialize.
Only a loud shrieks of laughter of a group of kids passing by jolts Marinette back to reality, and she blushes furiously, realizing she hasn't replied yet.]
I--yes. Okay. [She squeaks out, offering one hand in a daze.]
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tonight's one of those rare moments where he's actually blundering as not chat noir. he's managed to slip into an outing with alya, nino and marinette without getting immediately shut down by his father, which he's taking as his rare bit of good luck for the month. that... left absolutely none for their activity of choice: ice skating at trocadero.
yeah, he's not good at that. nino and alya were suspiciously quick to skate off with practised skill, leaving usually-quiet-marinette to take care of the near slipping mess that is currently adrien agreste, hand on the guard rail. he's shifting between sheepish and here-we-go-i'm-going-to-fall as he looks at her, but it's pretty clear he's feeling apologetic about the whole thing. ]
Sorry about this, Marinette. It— [ a small slip, almost; he's having flashbacks to Climatika and her fondness towards ice-ing up the whole street. ] —woah. It's looks a lot easier than it actually is, huh?
[ save him from himself. ]
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I-it's okay, Adrien! [She stutters out, her trembling voice at odds with the graceful, practiced way she's handling herself on the ice. She and Alya have gone ice skating together often, after all, though she's realizing the same can't be said of Adrien. Probably too busy with his modeling and other things, she figures.]
You, you just--your skates! U-um...there? [Marinette blushes as she helplessly fumbles her way through the words. Finally, she just points toward the edge of the rink, where others are holding onto the low wall as they get used to the ice.
Why can't her words just speak themselves.]
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oh, well. curiosity is all he basically feels towards her quirk—he's patient enough to try and get her point regardless; sure, he's not proficient in the skating department, but he's gotten enough experience in waiting for marinette to piece together what she wants to say to him. that, or he can interpret it. ]
There...? [ he repeats, as he glances over to where she's pointing and... him getting what she means settles quickly onto his expression. ] Oh!
[ and then a smile, for her patience and help because this is going totally well so far. (no, it isn't, because she can't speak and he can't... stand. well. right now.) ]
Good idea. Just— give me a second... [ to struggle over there. also give him another second to consider something else. a hint of hesitation, then: ] ... And a hand? Is that okay?
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Only a loud shrieks of laughter of a group of kids passing by jolts Marinette back to reality, and she blushes furiously, realizing she hasn't replied yet.]
I--yes. Okay. [She squeaks out, offering one hand in a daze.]