The Meeting
by bc1s3i1m1w3s0m3 | Score: 4850
Marinette rather hated her power. She found it to be irritating, not to mention cruelly ironic. It always found a way to mess things up, despite her good intentions. She had once created a flute when she needed a functioning chainsaw, a sewing needle when she needed a fleece jacket, and a paint brush when she needed a drawing pad.She sighed as she walked into the advertising executive's office. It was unfortunately necessary to get someone to advertise her new fashion line. Luckily, this one was mature. It was just a matter of convincing him...
Todoroki was having a terrible day. He had slipped on a banana peel on his way to the office, and had to return home to change his ruined outfit, made his way past a noisy fundraiser, and practically ran to get to the office, only to discover that he had completely mixed up the time for one of his most important appointments. It seemed like the passing of his grandmother had thrown him off significantly. He sighed, then adjusted his tie in the mirror. Only a few more minutes until he met with another client, a young woman who was supposedly a prominent fashion designer. He checked in his drawer for the plush dog that he bought for his niece. He had bought it from his friend, a reluctant clockmaker, who had originally gotten it for his girlfriend. The relationship didn't last, so his friend gave it to him for a few dollars instead. Todoroki shivered. Winter was annoyingly long and extremely cold in this part of the country. Maybe he should consider buying a house in Florida...