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🐾 In the end his bad luck would always win out. Adrien miserably tried to repress a sigh and didn’t even bother with a sharp inhale of pain as he pulled his hand away from the wall. Of course he would find the one spot where the brick laying was not entirely flat and nicked his palm on the rough edge of the stone.

Why would he expect any different? With a small pout he placed his mouth over the wound, wincing a little at the sharp, coppery taste of blood. “Nobody would happen to have a band-aid, would they?” He asked weakly, turning around to the closest sound of footsteps. The pale yet striking eyes left an impression of an almost ethereal being gracing Adrien with his presence.