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He had seen the... the creature, around here before. It didn't seem to be causing any chaos that would end up being a bother to Kori, so it shouldn't be anything Moonshot should feel concerned about, but... there was something about the thing. Perhaps that he couldn't define what exactly it was, or perhaps it was reminding him of some of the co-prisoners during his time in captivity, he wasn't quite sure. Whatever it was, now that he spotted the creature again today, he decided to investigate closer.

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@treasurechcst sent: ➤➖❥ " Are you sure this isn't towards someone else?" That's very out of character for Adrien for the matter. He knows Paris has many supernatural phenomena going but for some reason he refused to believe that. (From Kaito?)

Adrien awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, not knowing how to explain his actions without making a fool of himself. He should have listened to Plagg this time and stayed home. However, he had naively thought that, since the arrow had no immediate effect, it would be safe to go out as if nothing had happened.

Obviously, he has been mistaken and he has realised it the moment he has laid eyes on Kaito and has been overwhelmed by the irresistible need to show the older teen his....appreciation. Yes, let's call it that.

A quick internet search and a trip as Astrocat later, he is standing in front of the other, holding a neatly arranged bouquet of beautiful sunflowers. Seven of them, because according to what he has read, in Hanakotoba, the Japanese language of flowers, seven Himawari symbolise "secret love".

"I...No. I mean, yes! I'm sure. These aren't for someone else. I...got them for you," Adrien stutters out, while his mind races, trying to find a dignified way out of the mess he has gotten himself into. "They are for...uh..."

C'mon, he has to think of something, to pull out an explanation that will make him look oblivious to the peculiar meaning of the bouquet.

"A thank you!" He blurts out, after a moment too long of silence. "F-For...you know. Being so nice and supportive and...showing me how to stand up for myself without creating conflict."

That's believable, isn't it? All considered, it's not even a lie.

"Sunflowers symbolise prosperity and happiness and long life in some cultures, so..."

THE MIGHTY URGE TO CUDDLE THIS FELYNE. The ability to resist, because to be completely honest, Mari wasn't totally sure if it was a felyne. Of course, the rider is no stranger to strange lynians ( Navirou being a fine example of one, ) but the big, rounded ears, stubby tail, dark blue fur and long claws still felt . . . off to her. Like she was staring at one big bootlegged cat.

It was one of the pros from he dad’s promotion. Her family was richer now, and they could afford things Haruko would have never considered in her previous life, such as an exchange experience in the US over the summer. And sure, the scene was different from her hometown, a little place in the Japanese countryside, but then again, so was Tokyo when she first moved there, and her enthusiasm over discovering that great new place always overrode her nostalgia for her previous home.

But this wasn’t Tokyo. This was New York City!

She had just left her bags in her new home -- a small room in a shared dorm affiliated with the high school hosting her -- and had lost no time rushing out to explore everything she could. Her little brother had even given her a list of places to send him photos from and a bunch of souvenirs to bring him back. And now, with a t-shirt saying ‘I <3 NY’, a brand new blue Yankees hat on her head, and a fuming hot dog in her hand, Haruko probably looked like the trademark tourist wandering around the Big Apple with her nose constantly in the air, gazing at those bright signs and windows shining against the dusk sky. But she didn’t mind if she looked ridiculous: she was loving everything about it.

New York was amazing: familiar and surprising at the same time. Haruko had seen so much of it in the movies she had a feeling she knew every corner she turned. And probably, she got overconfident with it. At some point, the lucid skyscrapers left place to grey buildings; the colorful signs turned into shabby ones with flickering lights, and the bustling streets grew narrower and emptier.

Haruko finished her hot dog with a nervous gulp and tossed the wrapping paper in the closest trash bin, casting a careful glance around. That area certainly wasn’t familiar. It was a place no one would put in a movie, unless it was a crime one or a thriller. She heaved a tensed breath and grabbed her phone to check her map, but no luck: the battery was down.

“Guess I shouldn’t have taken so many pictures,” she muttered, putting the phone back in her pocket.

She spotted a run-down diner at the corner of the alley; it was everything but inviting, but maybe they could give her some directions, or let her call her supervisor for help. She took in a deep breath and headed towards it; when she pushed the glass door open, she noticed the window was greasy from too many touches. 

“I’m sorry, uh...” She muttered with her weak English, trying her best to keep her thick Japanese accent at bay, “telephone?”

The guy at the counter casted a patronising look at her attire and nodded at a telephone hung on the wall. Haruko thanked him with a hesitant bow and headed towards it.

She lifted the receiver, trying to remember the number for the dorm, when a sudden crash echoed at her shoulder. A loud, booming voice filled the diner with a threatening note, clear enough for Haruko to freeze on the spot, the telephone still in her hand.

“Hands up!” A man shouted. “This is a robbery! No wrong moves, or I’ll shoot!”

" ... " Toothless is just staring at the weird dressed up Cookie . For Dark Choco C.ookie ! You asked for Toothless u got it <3

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Faced with any other creature, found at any other time, Dark Choco would've already been on the offensive. His sword's blade would've made its way into the creature's hide one way or another, feeding upon its lifeforce as the curse existed to do.

But this was a dragon - it was clear as day despite its uniquely sleek form - and it had found him only after he'd basically stripped himself of any chance to defeat it on his lonesome, standing at the edge of his little forest camp. There was a sword at his side, yes, but it was completely plain and average, with a completely smooth blade.

With the story of both the dragons his father had fought and the greenish red dragon in the back of his mind as if he'd only heard them moments ago, Dark Choco knew very well that he was as good as dead.

...Not unless he stayed still in such a way that maybe, just maybe, it might just lose interest in him and slink off in search of more lively prey.

In the end, all Dark Choco could do was stare back from where he sat on a log, all of his focus going into keeping his face perfectly neutral.

...Except for his single working eye, which wandered towards the food between him and the beast. The thing that had led the dragon to his camp, most likely. Cooked rabbit had already attracted wolves once before, after all...

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@treasurechcst sent: For Adrien. Talk about Plagg! What are your thoughts on him criticizing your love interests? Do you think he's a bad influence on you?

Adrien lets out a heavy sigh at the question, the kind that speaks louder of a thousand words. The sound is heavy with exasperation, but there's no real heat or anger in it. Sure, Plagg annoys him at times, but he is also the reason why his life has taken a sudden turn for the best.

Being Cat Noir can be complicated at times, but he has never felt more alive than he does when wearing the mask. Not to mention that he never feels as lonely as he used to anymore, even when his father forbids to see his friends. He is never alone and, while the Kwami can be a real pain in the neck at times, Adrien is extremely grateful for that.

Also, the cheesy puns and speeches have been growing on him...even if he will never admit that to Plagg because it would be like giving him permission to go crazy with them.

"Let's say that I could do without his constant judging," the teen admits, running a hand on his face. "I know that I'm not...great at handling that sort of situations, but it's not like he's helpful. His isn't constructive criticism. He doesn't even tell me what I should not do. He just sits there and acts like he's some...love expert, when we both know that Kwamis can't feel romantic love."

There's the smallest hint of grievance in his tone as he speaks the last sentence, but it's fleeting.

"Maybe I should threaten to feed him only cheap supermarket cheese, if he keeps that up. Maybe that will shut him up."

Plagg can try and call his bluff if he wants, but Adrien is really serious about that threat.

"As for him being a bad influence...I wouldn't call it that," he goes on, his expression turning pensive for a moment. "I mean, he has been pushing me to be a little more...rebellious, I guess, but...He's right. If I want to live my own life, I must have the chance to make my own choices. And also to make mistakes and learn from them. Even if it won't be what my father wants from me..."

His voice trails off a little as he glances away, the briefest flash of guilt darkening his eyes.

@treasurechcst sent: 💚💙kinship with rambutan and snapdragons or how about a friendship with Cleo and Gingerbrave but she will think his fashion sense is too plain lol.

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I love the idea of Rambutan bonding with Snaps! They'll absolutely love the idea of their family getting bigger, and when they finally grasp the fact that Lychee is causing chaos and trouble (the not-so good kind) for Rambutan and the rest of her people, they'll be willing to help. No jerk hurts their family and gets away with it! Not even another dragon, especially one who's such a bully like Lychee. They will protecc Auntie Rambutan and her tribe with their LIFE hahaha.