Awesome Beloved Customer Dude

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Three days.

It's been three days since Marinette found out about her stalker slash his impersonator and three days since she found the black cat who also happened to be his doppelganger. Well, his alter ego's doppelganger.

And three days since the cat has been living rent-free with her.

Now it was alright, really. She loved the warm, mewling companion that helped fill the silence. It would always snuggle up to her when the dreams got too real or when the distant past got too close. It would meow aggressively whenever she would open up A. Agreste 's website and try to buy a ticket to his latest gallery showcase, which cost seventy pounds, aka, a fifth of her salary at l'Histoire .

(His latest gallery showcase was, by the way, where she was the main cast and main subject of A. Agreste's story, which just so happened to be titled: Through the Eyes of a Lover . Yuck.)

Which reminded her why living with the cat was only alright. Sure, it reminded her that she shouldn't act too rash buying that ticket with her face plastered all over the walls, but it also reminded her that she can barely manage to feed herself, how was she going to feed another mouth? A mouth that was apparently not used to scraps, too, and would only take high-grade cat food. Who the hell owned this cat anyway?

Worst of all, it already managed to break three of her handcrafted pots. Athanase broke the pots Marinette was making as a coping mechanism from him .

Coping mechanism because yes, it helped distract her from her thoughts, and yes, it helped pay the bills.

(And by him , Marinette didn't mean Athanase the cat. She didn't need a coping mechanism for a cat of all things!)


"I told you not to go into this room, kitty. How am I supposed to give these now? These are already bought!" Marinette cried to no one in particular as she picked up the mess, well, the box that held the mess. She really meant to bubble wrap the darned thing. She really did.

But between worrying about her stalker and worrying about... well, just worrying, what's a girl to do?

Marinette hissed, and when she thought her day couldn't get any worse, her phone rang. And when she thought it couldn't get even worse, she saw the caller ID and dreaded the fact that she immediately knew who it was.

'Awesome Beloved Customer' aka, ABC dude.

ABC dude is the dude whom she owed the now shattered pots to, the same dude who's been buying her items for two years, monthly , almost as soon as she would release to her Etsy the newly baked pots.

It was endearing as it was exciting, really – she had a sugar daddy (technically)! Or a stalker, depending on how she looked at things, but the line of thought only reminded her of her current predicament (the stalker), and the new predicament brought about by her current predicament (the lost cat that broke her pots that she took pity on and took home because it had the name of her dead partner who was also the reason why she thought she had a stalker in the first place). But there's no use worrying about it.

She took the call. Silence.


"Hello?"

Marinette squeaked, and her phone nearly fell out of her hands, her heart out of her chest. It wasn't the first time she heard his voice, but it was so deep and rich and full and oh god, she needed to reply!

"Excuse-"

"H-Hi!!! Thank you for calling, dearest customer!" She practically blurted out, and she stiffened as she heard the laugh from the other end of the line.

His laugh was a euphony. It was the sirens singing, bringing her deeper and deeper into infatuation (as if she wasn't already infatuated with the man since a year ago).

"You're welcome, dearest seller. There's no need to be formal, it's only me. I only called to ask about the new releases? I thought I was going to find them in my P.O. box today?"

Marinette laughed, something between a snort and a wheezy gasp laugh. "Riiiiiiiight. About that."

"Did something happen?"

"No." Silence followed and chaos in Marinette's mind ensued. A fraction of a whine escaped her throat. "Actually, yes, I'm sorry, something did happen. I didn't mean to lie so outright, I just didn't want you to think that I'm scamming you or ripping you off your money, but-"

"Miss. Take a breather. If the pots are broken, it's fine. I'll even take them at a higher price, to be honest," the man with the very hot voice said, and Marinette's eyes bulged out of their sockets, jaw dropping and clattering on her wooden planked floor.

"Higher price? Really?"

"Yes. This is the first time such an occurrence has happened with you involved, but I have already broken some of your pots and I found that kintsugi is quite a fun pastime and I love mending your broken pots."

Mending her broken pots. It sounded really weird out of context but she let it slide because holy crap, he knows about kintsugi. She doesn't know about kintsugi. It made him sound all the more intellectual and is it possible to fall in love with a voice? The voice of her SD nonetheless, but still!


"Miss?"

Reverie shattered, Marinette was brought back to earth. "Y-Yes!"

ABC dude chuckled, and it made her conscious suddenly – why did her voice get so stuttery and squeaky when she was flustered? It was a curse...

"You're adorable."

...and it was a blessing. 

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