Nadeshiko pulled out her phone and opened up the entry for the school, offering it to Marinette to copy.

Kukai, the brown haired boy, however was bursting out laughing. “Looks like we finally found a girl immune to your sparkle attack,” he teased in Japanese, nooging the smaller boy’s hair, affectionately.

Nadeshiko shook her head and murmured “Boys” under her breath in French with fond exasperation. Once Marinette had the address she opened her phone book to her own number, to let her copy that as well.