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"Hm??" izaya leaned in closer to the other. "Scratches huh? Well they say that it was a struggle! So, having scratches could indicate you went through a struggle, now wouldn't it?"
“…or it indicates that I’m a cat who had an itch to scratch.”
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Izaya smiled at the other. "So, Kitty Cat! Do you have any scratches, wounds? Also what is your power? Mind if I look you over?"
“You wish,” Chat replies, pulling his jacket around himself. It was chilly enough sometimes. Couldn’t they turn the heat up? “I’ve got scratches, what of it? Claws’ll do that, y’know.”
@kindmiracles from here
So maybe he was a little selfish. He’d put off getting picked up for the break with an excuse of a last minute presentation, but in all honesty, he’d wanted to be snowed in so he didn’t have to go to whatever weird Christmas events were going on this year. He’d succeeded, of course.
He just hadn’t planned on anyone else being there still. Adrien had seen her through his window and gotten curious. Surely Marinette couldn’t be expecting to get out now? So he’d waltzed down there—and then smacked right into her.
“Hey, Marinette. Little snowy for a trip, isn’t it?”
@kindmiracles from here
“He’s spending the night?” he asked immediately, not even bothering with a formal hello. That was actually pretty rude of him, though, and he sighed heavily. “Sorry, I didn’t...hey, Marinette.”
He rubbed at the back of his head, stepping aside to let her in. Nino hadn’t said anything about staying the night at Alya’s, only about taking her to dinner. That didn’t exactly explain why Marinette was here, though.
“Uh, you can sleep in my room I suppose.”
In his heart, he knew his lady didn’t mean what she said. Something about her was off ever since he spoke the words, quietly and with hope. Hope that she’d either return his feelings or put them to rest once and for all.
Oh, and put them to rest she did, with anger shining in her eyes and words yelling out that were all too angry for his lovely lady, and it hurt—oh, did it hurt. She spat fire in a rage at him, and he felt horrible, like his heart was sinking into his stomach.
“I don’t love you! I told you before, I don’t want to be anything but your partner! You could never get on Adrien’s level! I love him, have loved him, and I am not ever going to love you so just drop it!”
Adrien. She was talking about him, but she couldn’t see it—couldn’t see that Chat Noir and Adrien Agreste were the same, couldn’t see past the masks he put on to see where they intersected. She was in love with a mask.
Adrien prided himself in the fact that he could hold back tears. He hadn’t cried since his mother’s disappearance, because tears just hurt too much. Bottling it up was better, always better, and he couldn’t stand to cry anymore.
Yet here he was, tears welling up in his eyes. She could’ve done it any other way, let him down easy and assure him that his friendship was enough, but she hadn’t. She had rejected him violently, pushing him away and it hurt.
He did the stupid thing—he turned tail and ran, skidding across rooftops and blending into shadows, stopping only when he lost his footing on a panel, still slick from today’s drizzle. Chat crashed into the alley below, unable to catch himself on the way down. His transformation broke, no part of him wanting to be Chat Noir at the moment.
His face was scratched up, bleeding, and he felt his mask cracking, breaking away in little bits and pieces. Plagg floated in front of him, saying something, but Adrien just whimpered in response. His kwami’s tiny paws touched his face, and he hissed, but could find no comfort in his usually aloof friend.
Adrien never saw the little black butterfly coming, and he barely registered the words in his mind. The cool, numbing effect that washed over him was a welcome feeling—anger could come later. For now, he revelled in his newfound power.
Plagg had seen too many of his charges fall to the path of darkness and destruction, the very core of his being, but he’d sincerely hoped Adrien, his kind-hearted hero, wouldn’t have been one of them. Ladybug hadn’t balanced him; instead she had attacked and clashed with him, sending their precarious scale into disarray.
For now, he reached out to his other half through their mental link, hoping to reach her once Ladybug released her transformation.
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[text]: I will throw you off a roof again if the cat puns don't stop.
[ text: My Lady <3 // sent ] My Lady![ text: My Lady <3 // sent ] My cat puns are purr-fect![ text: My Lady <3 // sent ] also please don’t. The Puppeteer Incident was enough, thanks.
[text] You climbed the fence and then started crying because you were scared of hamsters, I really don’t know what you took, but you need a babysitter.
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[ text: My Lady <3 // sent ] Seriously??[ text: My Lady <3 // sent ] Okay, what did you put in those croissants that you brought on patrol?[ text: My Lady <3 // sent ] Because I think this is what a hangover feels like.[ text: My Lady <3 // sent ] Everything hurts.[ text: My Lady <3 // sent ] I need a cat nap that lasts a hundred years.
[text] I am armed with a crown, a sash and a bouquet of flowers. Don’t test me. (defiantly says it as Ladybug)
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[ text: My Lady <3 // sent ] LB, what’s going on?[ text: My Lady <3 // sent ] Is that code for an akuma?[ text: My Lady <3 // sent ] Or are you in a contest?
