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It took me almost a year to write a second chapter..........
Adrien was floating on air as he left the bakery, a bag of chouquettes in one arm and a baguette nestled in the crook of his other arm. Part of him couldn't believe it had gone so well and was convinced that he must have dreamed it.
He stopped walking as the thought settled in his mind like a sinking ship... then spun on his heel and started back towards the bakery.
“Kid,” Plagg flew out of his pocket to rest on his shoulder. “Where ya going?”
“I have to go back.”
Plagg sighed out of exasperation and annoyance, “You already asked her.”
Adrien stopped walking again. “And she-”
“She said yes,” Plagg responded with a whine. “Can we go home now? I want time to digest my food before you run off to see Ladybug.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” he sighed in relief as he spun back around to head towards his home. “Because I thought I might have-”
“Blacked out, made up an entire conversation in your head, and left... like a crazy person?” Adrien glared at Plagg who retorted with, “Yeah, you've been known to do that.”
“What would I do without your overwhelming understanding, sensitivity and tact?” he laughed, giving the top of Plagg's head a little scratch.
“Well, you'd make a fool out of yourself way more often. I know that!”
“Thanks, Plagg. You're the best,” he genuinely meant the words, but delivered them with sarcasm, the way Plagg would prefer the exchange of emotions he deemed 'sappy'.
He was an interesting and complex being of pure, concentrated destruction.
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