The Twin Terrors Start to Move

Alya’s twin sisters stayed in their hiding spot, laying in wait until they were sure the coast was clear. While they waited, they spent their time quietly deciding on a course of action to take. They wanted to take advantage of the situation, because who knew when the next time they would have as easy of a target as a sleeping Marinette would be.

The mischief in the girls’ eyes was easy to see as they crawled out of their hiding spot, stretching a little as they got out. Quickly, the girls surveyed the room. Alya’s door was still closed with her light off and, as far she the twins were aware, she was fast asleep by now. And laying on the couch was the only other person in the house, seemingly already in a deep slumber. Despite that, the girls were sure to make as little noise as possible as they traversed the room. They stopped at the end of the couch that Marinette’s feet resided on, peering at her from over the armrest. Their sister’s friend certainly looked asleep. The girls’ eyes locked for a moment, wondering about how to test that theory though. One of the girls decided to do it the best way she knew how. She walked in front of the couch and poked Marinette, whispering, “Marinette? Marinette, are you awake?” She repeated it a couple times, and each one was met with the same response – silence. Marinette was definitely sleeping like a log. The twins fought the urge to giggle incessantly at this revelation, instead opting for ear-splitting grins.

One of the sisters scampered off to gather some "tools", while the other gently whisked Marinette’s blanket off her, revealing the girl’s white tank-top with black polka dots and her pink sweatpants. The quiet pitter patter of footsteps signaled the return of the other twin. It was time to get to work.