#resilienc

' I am. so you noticed.' she shook her head chuckling at his joke. 'i think i can make room but only if you're a good kitty.' marinette scooted over making space for him.

      there’s  the  slightest  indication  of  a  smile  in  between  his  lips,  showing  off  the  large  amount  of  pride  that  had  come  with  the  extension  of  his  arm.  he’d  decided  to  patrol  on  his  own  for  the  day,  spending  most  of  the  free  time  given  to  him  through  his  other  alias.  though,  with  no  sign  of  crime  in  the  area,  it  provided  him  a  chance  to  approach  the  familiar  looking  female  who’d  just  been  on  the  balcony  a  few  meters  away.

              ❛            only  if  you  aren’t  too  busy,  of  course.  it’s  not  every  day  you  get  an  oppurrtunity  like  this,  princess  !     ❜

            A sigh heaved from his lungs ; what a totally exasperating day. Fencing practice immediately after school, followed by an hour-long piano lesson -- only to come home and find his Mandarin instructor waiting for him to give him an impromptu oral exam. Bless Nathalie for somehow managing to squeeze his karate practice out of the schedule for the day so he’d have time to do his homework before patrol with Ladybug. Dropping his bag down on his computer desk, he opened the satchel fully anticipating the dark streak of his kwami darting out of the bag.

            ❝ – Plagg! We’re home! Did you want some -- ❞

            -- but in place of the dark stripe his kwami usually traveled in, he was met with a little bundle of red sitting on top of his geography textbook. Blonde brows lift uncertainly as he gingerly replaces the creature from his bag onto his bed. 

“We are, but how are we going to figure out what’s wrong with them? Its not like we can just walk up to them & ask them if they’re alright or something.” 

As much as Juleka was concerned for her classmates’ safety, part of her wanted to stay as far away from them as possible. She didn’t want to risk both her safety & Marinette’s, especially if it turned out that they were under the control of Hawkmoth. 

      His feet hit the ground in the alley way as he de-transformed from Chat Noir into plain old Adrien. His attire had changed in the last three years of his life. His signature white jacket and black three toned striped shirt had been retired. Most of the time he now wore a wide variety of clothing from sweater vests with a button up shirt all the way to a ridiculously flashy coat set. All of them was his father’s company work of course. Today he had no idea how handy the hooded jacket he had chosen to wear today would be. 

       After giving the small black Kwamii his secret stash of Camembert he had learned to keep on hand, he waited for him to down it and hide. How troublesome it was to have to de-transform so close to a busy street. Having used cataclysm a little early in battle it made it difficult to get far once the battle was over. His brows pushed up as a slightly annoyed sigh fled his lips. Carefully helping the creature hide, he tugged the collar up a bit higher before stepping out of the back alley. 

       Emerald orb’s glanced around wearily as he mentally mapped out the direction home in his head. Taking another step forward he allowed himself to start to move in the crowed still settling down from the Akuma attack. That was until a voice rang in the air. 

             “Oh my God! Is that Adrien Agreste?!”

         A teenage girl’s squeal filled the air. He began to feel eyes scan the area and slowly settle upon his frame, some even beginning to pull out cameras. Normally he was fine taking pictures with people but since he was supposed to be at home this wasn’t the ideal situation. His face drained a shade in color as he quickly tossed the jacket hood over the top of his head. His body turned around in the opposite direction he had been meaning to go and without thinking he darted off. 

“Mari what are you saying?”

Nicolette replied as she was a bit dazed at her older sister’s response. She knew Marinette was not the kind of girl to pull this kind of stunt, which meant the other was being genuine. She gently bit her lip as she scrambled to think what to do in this situation. She prayed to god that this was just temporary amnesia or this was some sick and twisted nightmare.

       :: Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ :: – “ You alright there? You seem to be simmering. ”