[ 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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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.]