#this is gonna be fun...

But he is at season one and really likes Buck and Abby together... this is gonna be interesting

For Marichat May which is apparently a thing.

No Shame

“Oh, you think you’re sooo funny,” Chat Noir deadpanned. The bowl Marinette had just set on her desk in front of him mocked him openly as its contents sloshed and settled. It was a simple silver bowl, probably from the bakery’s kitchen. It wouldn’t have been worthy of notice, if A) she hadn’t set this down in front of him instead of a glass when she’d announced she was back with drinks from downstairs, B) if it hadn’t been filled with milk, and C) if the words ‘Chat Noir’ hadn’t been scrawled hastily on the side in sharpie.

But they were. And Marinette was really struggling to keep her shit-eating grin in check.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean,” she replied innocently. Too innocently. “Didn’t you say you were thirsty?”

Why, that little… He had to admit, he was having almost as hard a time as she was not busting a gut about this. His pride demanded he pretend to take offense, but in reality he thought it was the funniest thing ever. Who knew Marinette had such searing sass hidden beneath that endearing stutter?

But, as absurd as it was, he had an image to maintain here. So he looked her straight in the eye with no expression at all, poked out his tongue, and slowly leaned downward toward the bowl, all while maintaining eye contact. The shock on her face amused him. Clearly she underestimated how much humiliation he would put himself through for the sake of a solid joke. Only when his tongue touched the surface of the milk did she snatch the bowl away from him, hitting them both with a bit of backsplash in the process.

“Oh my god,” she laughed, “you have no shame!”

“Princess,” he purred, “you really should know that by now.” With an outright debaucherous wink, he stole her regular-person glass of milk and lined his lips up with the lipstick mark on the rim before taking a long, drawn-out sip.

Listening to Eden's answer, Max kept quiet, and did not react to the gentle touch from the smaller man. He wasn't entirely certain what to say after all. It appeared that Eden's disappearance had been of his own volition, as was his decision not to say anything before he'd left. That, more than anything, was what hurt the most. If Eden had simply said something, Max would not have been left to fear for him, to worry about what might have happened to him. Instead, he could have at least tried to keep in contact in some way. It wouldn't have been perfect, but it would have been better than the alternative.

Regardless of his inner turmoil, Max was still observant enough to note Eden's appearance, and used it to their advantage.