sunday seven

[alexseanchai]

I am not admitting which story this is from:

"Hey, LB, may I ask an invasive question?"

"Chaton, the only secrets I'm keeping from you anymore are things you don't want to know anyway." Hey, he resents that. Marinette's tone shifts from tired to tiredly amused: "Like what's in that brightly wrapped package in my trunk with your name on it."

"Oh." Which name? —Never mind.