[anyone going to the parlor on this lovely afternoon will be treated to quite the spectacle: Marinette and Adrien are on a couch together, sitting very close but not close enough to touch yet. They seem to be sharing a tablet … though they’re obviously not paying attention to whatever it is they’re reading, both furtively throwing glances at each other when the other one isn’t looking. Gross and sad, all at once.]
[But seriously, it’s pathetic. They’re doing that thing that teenagers do whenever they’re very awkwardly trying to make physical contact with each other but have no idea how to pull it off. For example: Marinette’s hand is glacially sneaking towards Adrien’s hand in the sad attempt to hold it]
[Adrien, for his part, has no idea this is happening because he’s a certified moron™, and insteads moves his arm away right when Marinette is about to finally Seal The Deal so he can do the classic fake yawn move. He moves it away right into bumping it into hers and jumps in surprise.]
[Marinette also jumps, and then quickly averts her eyes, blushing]
[SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THEM HOW TO FLIRT]
Wednesday night, archives
[or, if you go to the archives late on Wednesday, you might see Adrien looking through books in a far corner of the room, sitting on the ground with his back turned. he's... talking to himself? it's barely above a mutter, but if you concentrate, you might be able to catch some of it:]
You've had enough cheese today, let me just read in peace. [...] You're always hungry. [...] Just be quiet before someone hears you.
[... is he talking to his stomach or something. maybe someone needs to make him get himself a sandwich.]
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[anyone going to the parlor on this lovely afternoon will be treated to quite the spectacle: Marinette and Adrien are on a couch together, sitting very close but not close enough to touch yet. They seem to be sharing a tablet … though they’re obviously not paying attention to whatever it is they’re reading, both furtively throwing glances at each other when the other one isn’t looking. Gross and sad, all at once.]
[But seriously, it’s pathetic. They’re doing that thing that teenagers do whenever they’re very awkwardly trying to make physical contact with each other but have no idea how to pull it off. For example: Marinette’s hand is glacially sneaking towards Adrien’s hand in the sad attempt to hold it]
[Adrien, for his part, has no idea this is happening because he’s a certified moron™, and insteads moves his arm away right when Marinette is about to finally Seal The Deal so he can do the classic fake yawn move. He moves it away right into bumping it into hers and jumps in surprise.]
[Marinette also jumps, and then quickly averts her eyes, blushing]
[SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THEM HOW TO FLIRT]
Wednesday night, archives
[or, if you go to the archives late on Wednesday, you might see Adrien looking through books in a far corner of the room, sitting on the ground with his back turned. he's... talking to himself? it's barely above a mutter, but if you concentrate, you might be able to catch some of it:]
You've had enough cheese today, let me just read in peace. [...] You're always hungry. [...] Just be quiet before someone hears you.
[... is he talking to his stomach or something. maybe someone needs to make him get himself a sandwich.]