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Wednesdays man, they're like the Black Hole of the week.

Remind me that I need to update this journal with RL going ons sometime soon, k?

But for now, WORKS IN PROGRESS!

Give 'em to me! Read and encourage others!

I swear I will have something to share this week! I gotta sift through my files and find something (ANYTHING!) That has promise,

P.S. People reading this on LiveJournal, if I don't comment over there, ping me. I sometimes don't get notified, and it's so quiet over there, that I forget. :(

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One WIP that I can talk about, so here's more from it.

"There's something over there that looks weird," he said, noncomitally, looking to see if there was something he could distract Marinette with. He spun around, looking for Mayura, but if she had been there, there wasn't a trace of it now. When had she--?

"Okay," Marinette said, her face abruptly shifting from sweet to unsettlingly determined. "I wanted to be sure that I wasn't dreaming when I beat the tar out of Lila."

"Lila?" he said.

"Adrien," she said, cracking her knuckles in contrast to her cheerful voice, "don't you see? Lila's right in front of us. And she's going to regret whatever scheme she has cooked up this time."

He peered more closely at the inkblot creature. This one could pass as Lila if he squinted, he supposed, but Marinette was marching up to it like she fully intended to put it in the hospital with her fists.

The inkblot took the first swing. Marinette caught the punch in her right hand and connected with the other, sending the inkblot bouncing over the sidewalk.

He snapped his jaw shut, realizng staring wasn't going to help fix the rapidly-developing problem. He had never known Marinette to be particularly violent about anyone before now. Except Lila, he realized, where Marinette was a powder keg waiting for a match. She hated liars, and Lila couldn't tell the truth even if it would save her life.

It didn't help that Lila also triggered jealous reactions in everyone who thought they had a stake in being Adrien Agreste's petite-amie. He'd kept an eye on how things were progressing, because it could always end in an akuma attack, but he'd tried his best to stay out of giving anyone encouragement or validation on that front. He hadn't realized that Marinette's clumsiness and inability to string together sentences might have been because she liked him in that way. He'd thought she was just shy, and it expressed itself in painfully cute ways.

Marinette was anything but cute, however, as she blocked a clumsy punch from the inkblot and landed a one-two combination in retaliation that he recognized as one of Nora Césaire's openers from her last fight. Had the inkblot stayed within range, Adrien had a feeling Marinette would have gone for the uppercut that usually followed.

Either Marinette had an eidetic memory for highlight clips (which he had been watching over their shoulders as Alya showed Marinette before class), or she had been learning how to box from a professional. He wondered when Marinette had time to learn how to fight like that.