Chat Noir's not sure what, but something is up. He'd felt eyes on him for the last few minutes, following him as he walked down the street in his alter ego (or is this the alter ego? It's hard to tell, sometimes). It had been bad enough he'd given in, ducking behind a bus stop and transforming.
Now, he's perched on top of a street light, ignoring the chill of fear trickling down his back. It's something he's intimately familiar with, fear. He experiences it every day getting hit off the sides of buildings, seeing people he knows in harm's way.
Seeing Ladybug vanish inside the mouth of an angry Tyrannosaurus...]
No, not now. [He hisses, shaking his head to get the image out of his head, just a chittering sounds from an alleyway to his right. He turns, one hand reaching behind him to take hold of his staff, slitted eyes narrowing at the darkness before--]
Ah, ah, what do we have-- Euch! [At first, it had just been eyes. Beady little eyes glinting in the shadows, but then the eyes gave way to bodies, at least ten large, ugly rodents suddenly charging at the post he was crouched on top of.
He jumps to another, slipping slightly on the sloped top before catching his balance, looking down wide-eyed at the creatures turning to charge at the base of his new perch.]
Like a cat chased up a tree, no? And here I thought cat and mouse was supposed to go the other way!
No 2
[Now here's a picture right out of some wistful romance movie. A young boy, sitting on a bench, holding a gold mirror in one hand, his other holding his chin up, braced on his knee as he leans forward. He has a dopey smile on his face, eyes slightly unfocused, as if he's both watching the images play out on the mirror as well as looking at something a hundred miles away.
On the surface of that reflective glass, a scenario plays out again and again. A girl in a red suit, black spots lining the surface perfectly, swings down on what appears to be a magic yo-yo. She smiles, waves, and Adrien comes into view, grinning and with a slight flush on his face. He holds out his hand, and the superheroine takes it, laughing behind her own hand. They pause, for a moment, before leaning in, pecking each other on the lips just as fireworks are set off, framing the Eiffel Tower in the background, bathing the two young lovers in swaths of light.
If anyone comes close, wondering what's up with this lovesick idiot, Adrien will glance up, still smiling dopily, and say: ]
Do you see? Do you see this? Ah, I knew it would happen someday! [All before looking down at the mirror again, sighing out a dreamy ] Oh, Ladybug.
adrien agreste | miraculous ladybug
Chat Noir's not sure what, but something is up. He'd felt eyes on him for the last few minutes, following him as he walked down the street in his alter ego (or is this the alter ego? It's hard to tell, sometimes). It had been bad enough he'd given in, ducking behind a bus stop and transforming.
Now, he's perched on top of a street light, ignoring the chill of fear trickling down his back. It's something he's intimately familiar with, fear. He experiences it every day getting hit off the sides of buildings, seeing people he knows in harm's way.
Seeing Ladybug vanish inside the mouth of an angry Tyrannosaurus...]
No, not now. [He hisses, shaking his head to get the image out of his head, just a chittering sounds from an alleyway to his right. He turns, one hand reaching behind him to take hold of his staff, slitted eyes narrowing at the darkness before--]
Ah, ah, what do we have-- Euch! [At first, it had just been eyes. Beady little eyes glinting in the shadows, but then the eyes gave way to bodies, at least ten large, ugly rodents suddenly charging at the post he was crouched on top of.
He jumps to another, slipping slightly on the sloped top before catching his balance, looking down wide-eyed at the creatures turning to charge at the base of his new perch.]
Like a cat chased up a tree, no? And here I thought cat and mouse was supposed to go the other way!
No 2
On the surface of that reflective glass, a scenario plays out again and again. A girl in a red suit, black spots lining the surface perfectly, swings down on what appears to be a magic yo-yo. She smiles, waves, and Adrien comes into view, grinning and with a slight flush on his face. He holds out his hand, and the superheroine takes it, laughing behind her own hand. They pause, for a moment, before leaning in, pecking each other on the lips just as fireworks are set off, framing the Eiffel Tower in the background, bathing the two young lovers in swaths of light.
If anyone comes close, wondering what's up with this lovesick idiot, Adrien will glance up, still smiling dopily, and say: ]
Do you see? Do you see this? Ah, I knew it would happen someday! [All before looking down at the mirror again, sighing out a dreamy ] Oh, Ladybug.