Humans are an interesting bunch.
Tikki always is so fascinated by them and all the new things they come up with, but Plagg couldn't bring himself to care much. He understood that as a kwami of Creation Tikki loved them, but as an avatar of destruction he couldn't feel anything other than dissatisfaction.
For all the ways they can create they never were able to move past just breaking things when it came to destruction.
He did appreciate them somewhat, after all cheese in all it's glory is something he can't live without anymore, but that's just that.
In eons that he he was around and thousands when he interacted with humans he didn't really remember any of his holders. Many were mean, others saw him just as a tool and a servant so in return he didn't even bother with remembering them. Their souls were stored in kwatagama and there's that.
That was until Fu decided to give his precious ring to this little blonde kid who apologised for breathing.
For the first time in ages Plagg had some sort of interest that was not just cheese and teasing Tikki.
How much could he, Plagg, make the kid suitable for his power?
It was a stray thought really, but it stuck around somewhere on the back burner.
Like a dictionary definition nice. Plagg was allowed (as if god of destruction like him needed a permission, psh!) to do whatever he wanted, had a bed of his own (it's a very nice bed, but it's not like he gonna admit that out loud) and even a fridge full of cheeseS.
So yeah, as far as Plagg was concerned, the kid was alright, even used his power in a meaningful way. That was the impression of him, goody two shoes, kind, nice and obedient. Everything a human parent would want in a human child.
Only in the following months Plagg started to see past the apparent facade, who knew that a kid could be so interesting? The more he learned the more he had to admit that they are uncomfortably similar.
Both were used as if they aren't a person but a tool. Both didn't have a lot of say about their own lives and both were so soul crushingly lonely.
Plagg liked sleeping out of the ring on his personal bed, but that was until he heard the kid murmuring in his sleep.
He expected him to be awake and talking to himself. He expected Adrien to just snore in a way that sounded like speech. He expected anything except kid having a nightmare and calling his mom.
"...mm.... me're... me'r... Me're!"
"Hey, kid! Wake up!" Plagg didn't know what to do, so he decided to just wake him up.
"Ah!..huh... Plagg? What's going on?"
"You tell me. You we're talking something."
"Me? Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up."
By this point cat knew that this was him just not wanting to talk about. "Apologise amd make them feel bad for asking more" Plagg had to admit, kid had some treacherous bones in his body, but he didn't count one thing in: Plagg had no guilt and no brakes.
Playing hard to get? Plagg could respect that, but here he was, spending his precious rest time on him amd this is what he gets?
"Hm." He snorted and flew over to kid's head. As a cat his fur was his honor, but he would be a liar if he said that Adrien didn't have a soft mane.
"Sleeping. You should try doing that instead of whatever you're doing now."
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