Little Lonely Kitty Cat

Room Raiders

Adrien’s room is a cross between the personalized home area he always wanted, and the neat organization his father drilled into him

He sleeps by a window to remind himself of his freedom

He also has a desk there- windows are really everywhere in his dorm though- and has taken to having alot of figurines, decorations, and nick nacks

Though, he still is too much of a model to have anything but a nearly perfect closet

Adrien didn’t really pride himself on much

Not because he wasn’t good at anything, but because he didn’t really value the things he was good at most of the time

He was a great model, but modeling had never brought him any joy, and he could speak four or five languages fluently, but that ended up being more of a parlor trick than an actual skill most of the time, outside of English, and he could fence and play piano and there were almost no classes that he couldn’t ace with a hand tied behind his back but..... what did any of that really mean? None of those things served a purpose outside of decorating him as a prettier, shinier object- a more pedigreed pet, a more specific and rarely colored breed of show cat, meant to do nothing in life but look pretty and obey whatever master he was set in front of

And therein lied the one thing he did pride himself on- his obedience

He would challenge anyone to find a submissive more obedient than himself in modern society, and he was kind of proud of that, even if the reason behind it was....

Well, better not to go there

“Pardon me, Mademoiselle, but I wanted to thank you for sharing your lovely dorm with Plagg and I, so I brought these for you,” he offered, carefully setting Plagg’s cat carrier on the floor and pulling a box of chocolate out of his bag

“I’m sorry, I never asked if you liked chocolate, but they’re from Paris- handmade too, so if not then I’m sure you can use them as a Christmas gift, maybe..?”

Adrien had moved to the U.S. to get away from the mark his father left on him, and until about a week ago, it had been working pretty well

In Paris he was a famous model, a celebrity status heaped onto him since birth by his even more prominant father, and then made worse later in life by his father yet again- though, for different reasons the second time around

Gabriel Agreste, the acclaimed fashion designer, had been arrested and convicted of multiple murders and various charges of child abuse and neglect, and the scandal had rocked the city of Paris so hard that by the time the trial came around, half of Europe was watching, and Adrien couldn’t even walk down the street without someone recognizing him

So he had moved not just cities or countries, but continents away the first chance he got, and to his pleasant surprise, no one here had seemed to notice him

....Until last week when the secrets of his past were blasted across everyone’s phone by some annonymous hacker, because ofcourse they were

Now he was back to square one, with people recognizing him once again and never for anything good

“Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well,” he sang quietly to himself, scratching his new kitten behind the ears- another addition he had been chomping at the bit to make to his life, even after his therapist back home suggested he get a pet for emotional support, the Burgoises hadn’t exactly been eager to have an animal in the house, so the pet fair here at Luxe had been his lucky day

“So you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest-”

“Adrien Agreste?”

Ah... damn...

Plucking his earbuds out, he turned to the stranger with his perfect fake model smile, trying to ignore how the cat was attempting to climb down from his arms, as if to investigate the person in front of him

“Yes?”