shell on

“Oh really now? ‘cause I remember you liking turtles a lot like 20 minutes ago. You were the one who made me pull over the  car because you saw some on the side of the road,” he teased with a smile before handing off the Chat Noir poster to Nino. “Chat Noir’s too much for my tastes. Guy needs to pull back the grandeur some.” Just a slight he’d heard from a Ladybug fan some time ago, he supposed they wouldn’t mind using their comment.

   “ I can like turtles and still admit they’re slow, “ Nino replied, unrolling a poster. Ladybug, in all her spotted glory. “ Chat Noir has done nothing wrong ever and I’ll fight you on it, dude. Him and Rena Rouge? The best. “

“Yeah, of course. You think I would forget to bring them?” he laughed before pulling out the stack of rolled up posters. “I’ve also got the Carapace one too. But you’ve never really been found of him huh? That’s ok, I’ll hang him on my side.”

You couldn’t exactly wrap a chill pill for Adrien’s dad, and that was the main thing Nino would say he needed. A sweater was a good alternative, though. Maybe Ladybug themed?

Adrien was always unsure of his actions, unsure what would be well received. He was always a little awkward, even in a situation that was supposed to be something he enjoyed he was still awkward. He tensed for a moment at the tightness, but soon relaxes.

“Yeah, you’re really tough Nino.” He smiles at him, and returns with a tight squeeze. There was something reassuring about a tight hug, something comforting..

There we go. That was much better. Adrien didn’t know a lot of the basics, but he could be taught! And brought to the dark side of hugs and open affection. Nino felt a swell of pride for his friend and patted him on the back.

Adrien knew Nino wasn’t a fan of his father, the Bubbler was a statement to that. Thinking about it, Adrien briefly wondered if any of his friends who’ve met his father actually liked him but its mentally brushed aside for later. Instead, he manages to smile before moving, almost timidly into Nino’s embrace.

“Ah, yes… That would make sense..” He smiles awkward, wrapping his arms around him.

Was there a right answer for this? Of course Nino would love to help Marinette. However, his sense of ‘fashion’, as some would put it, mainly stayed the path of bright colors and tons of bracelets. Alya... liked flannel? She stole one of his shirts once, maybe. Nino still can’t prove it.

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