A/N. Thank you so much for the response to this fic! Your reviews really blew me away. I hope you enjoy the part deux of this little fic. Please note that the rating has been bumped up to a T because of Alya being Alya.

-The Right Cattitude-

"Hold up, what happened?" Alya screeched, loud enough for Marinette to wince and regret inviting her friends over.

She took a deep breath and repeated what she just said. "While you and Nino were on the dance floor, a guy hit on me pretending to be Chat Noir."

"Girl," Alya said, obviously stunned.

"Yes?" Marinette asked.

"Girl," Alya replied as if that was enough of an answer. Marinette cast a glance at Nino, silently pleading for aid. He merely shrugged and began a silent countdown in his mind before Alya's inevitable outburst. "What did he say? What did you say? Oh my God why am I only hearing about this now?"

Marinette sighed, "Basically he just told a lot of cat puns and—"

"How would someone even flirt while pretending to be Chat Noir?" Alya interrupted, lost in her own sea of question. She turned to Nino with what Marinette assumed was supposed to be a copy of Chat's signature smirk. "Hey, babe, wanna see what else I can do with this baton?"

"Alya!" Marinette admonished while Nino howled with laughter. She glanced nervously at Adrien, who seemed to be blushing even more than she was. Marinette didn't think she'd ever seen Adrien blush so hard and the sight made her flush even more in mortification.

"Shhhh," Nino whispered conspiratorially and covered Adrien's ears. "You'll taint the innocence of the sunshine child."

Alya lowered her voice to match Nino's. "He can handle it. Get Argekt."

"Can you imagine if someone pretended to be Ladybug though? Imagine how she would flirt," Nino said.

Alya fluttered her eyelashes exaggeratedly and said, in what Marinette believed was the worst impression she had ever heard, "Wanna get tied up in my yo-yo?"

Okay, that's enough, Marinette thought as she and Adrien both flushed a shade darker. Marinette cleared her throat to get their attention and glared at Alya. "As I was saying, it was nothing like that. He basically said he was from the future and that I was the only one who could help him defeat the akuma that sent him here, then proceeded to spew a bunch of cat puns."

"That's horrible," Nino snickered.

"I'm gonna need some details on what he looked like because this is definitely going on the blog. Wouldn't want to sully Chat's reputation in case some poor girl actually believes this guy," Alya said, already whipping out her phone.

"You should have seen his face though," Marinette said, beginning to join Nino in his laughter, "he looked so surprised that the cat puns weren't working."

"What's wrong with cat puns?" Adrien asked, sounding surprisingly offended.

Alya raised an eyebrow at him, "For starters, they're the lamest way to flirt. Seriously. Even if he was the real Chat Noir, that's no way to a girl's heart."

Adrien looked like he might defend the validity of puns when words tumbled out of Marinette's mouth before she could stop them. "It wasn't that bad!" she said, avoiding three pairs of eyes as they all turned to her.

"You hate puns," Alya said.

"I don't hate puns. Well, for the most part. Maybe sometime. My point is cat puns as flirtation aren't bad. I mean, fake-Chat's were bad, of course, but it wasn't so much that cat puns are bad per se. He just wasn't saying them right! It's all in the delivery and no one can deliver a cat pun like Chat Noir because he's, well, Chat Noir. So. Yeah. Puns," she finished lamely, her hands hovering mid-gesture as she forced herself to cut off her own word vomit.

There was a beat of silence. Alya's expression turned suspicious while Nino simply looked confused. Adrien, on the other hand, seemed to be smiling for some unknown reason.

"Looks like Marinette's got the right cattitude for puns, isn't that right, Purrincess?" Adrien broke the silence with the biggest shit-eating grin Marinette had ever seen on his face.

Three things happened at once:

Adrien paused the moment he processed what he just said and Marinette had just enough time to register the panic that filled his eyes before stopped working.

She sat there, gaping and blushing, and unable to form a coherent thought because nobody could deliver a cat pun like Chat Noir and yet that just came out of Adrien Agreste's mouth.

Nino and Alya watched the exchange in amusement and confusion. Alya nudged Nino with her elbow to whisper, "What just happened?"

"I believe that is how you deliver a cat pun while flirting," Nino replied.

"I think he just broke Marinette," Alya said.

"I think he just broke himself," Nino whispered back.

Marinette let out what sounded like a high pitched squeal before scrambling up and running out of her own apartment, Adrien hot on her heels, fruitlessly calling for Marinette to wait.

"Should we go after them?" Nino asked.

Alya snorted and leaned further into the couch she was sitting on. "Eh, they run out on us all the time. What else it new?"

A/N. I don't think I'll be adding a part three to this because I'm pretty satisfied with it as a two-shot, but if the plot bunny bites, who am I to resist the muse?

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-Indy