‘ todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP. ’
she still doesn’t know what a vine is
Incidentally, today’s forecast in Paris was sun. Not exactly the warmest weather on Earth, no, but it easily beat the rain that was currently pouring down on London. Herb had opted to stay indoors and work on inventions while Scarlet, itching for something to do outside, had decided it was time for yet another trip south of the English Channel.
It wasn’t long after she landed, though, that she could hear a very familiar, very incensed voice. If Scarlet had had a drink in her mouth, she would’ve spat it out, but as it was, she merely leaned against the wall and listened. As the voice of the spotted superheroine drew closer, Scarlet lifted her chin up, put on her loftiest expression, and gave a slow clap as soon as Ladybug came into view.
“My, my, I would never have expected such a do-gooder as yourself to spew such profanity,” she taunted, mostly for her own amusement. Hey, she needed something to do, why not bother the superhero just because she could? “Why, I almost never curse like that, even on my worst days.”
Stretching her arms as she stepped out of the shadows, a dramatic entrance if she may say so herself, she continued. “Must be some day, hm? I do hope it’s not me that’s got you so enraged. I hate to inform you, but I’ve done absolutely nothing illegal today.” Well, besides parking her jet in a no-parking zone, but that didn’t count.