[Once she leaves, Marinette rushes upstairs, almost tripping in her haste and frantic panic. She messages the others briefly summing it all up before emerging back in her room proper to tell Adrien. She stammers, something about Paris? Their band? while sort of flailing a bit before he raises an eyebrow, exclaiming he only caught a few words of it, encouraging her to sit down and take a deep breath. At the least, he seems used to her flailing? Kind of?]
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