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It was meant to be a joke.
When Nino climbed on his desk and yelled, “The floor is Gabriel Agreste!” to the class, he’d expected the same reactions he used to get when they pretended that the floor was lava.
As a matter of fact, their reactions were quite similar… to a certain extent.
First of all, Alix was somehow clinging to the wall without any handholds. Kim had run to the bookshelves and somehow fit on the small space at the top, all the while carrying Max. Ivan was standing on his desk and carrying Mylene in his arms, while Juleka sat on his shoulders and held Rose in her arms.
Alya simply jumped on her desk, her phone in her hands as she filmed everyone. Nathaniel had run towards the window, then sat on the ledge, eyeing the floor like it was gonna hurt him. Sabrina, the poor girl, was on her hands and knees on the table, while Chloe sat on her to “avoid all contact with Gabriel Agreste.”
Her words.
Lila rolled her eyes and ignored him. Nino didn’t expect anything from her, anyways.
Marinette was kneeling on her desk, next to Alya. She had a strange gleam in her eyes as she stared at the floor before she pulled a small pair of scissors from her sewing kit. Only Alya’s reminder to her that the floor wasn’t actually Gabriel Agreste stopped her from damaging the flooring (but the look in her eyes never quite disappeared).
Meanwhile, Adrien just slid off his chair and lied on the floor.
“Dude,” said Nino.
Adrien shushed him. “This is the most contact I’ve ever had with my father in years.”
“Dude,” said Nino.
“Nobody needs to know,” Marinette whispered ominously as she lifted her scissors. Nino was too afraid to ask.
That was the scene Madame Bustier walked into. Everyone turned to blink at her as she slowly processed the situation in front of her. Then she nodded, and climbed on her desk as well.
“So, what’s the joke?” Kim asked.