saccharine voice dragging on : “i meeean … you’re in costume. i’m assuming there’s a super villain and you * just ran into me— you came to ensure my safety, didn’t you??~” ( … ) a few blinks, long top lashes fanning the lower lids.
“ah, you must’ve been 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 about me!” —— pointing, gesticulating, momentum put on her wrist. with each gesture her mahogany phone case flicks near the heroine’s frame.
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she approaches with urgency : a damp tissue in her hand. “oh no! * (ーー;) 𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑎!” acting out worry & surprise, as if she hadn’t been there to witness chloe pull this in the first place. “here! take this, please...” offering the tissue.
foxy smile beams. “ah! marinette! you look really stressed…” a fake gasp— “your eyebags…” circling the shorter : a curious 𝑐͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑖͟𝑛͟𝑒. “they make you look soo horrible… poor thing!” pouting, blinking, mouthing .. ‘sadness’ chaos.
“what could’ve * 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 happened to you?” exhaling one more gasp veiled in impure concern. “did .. you and your friends get into a fight?” the fox adores speculating—it’s just 𝗦𝗢 rewarding, being right in the end!












