#❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― main: i am the cat ‚ just chillin' out.

[yangnoir]

❝ ↪ @yinbug requested a starter !!

" If your suit didn't have spots, does that mean you'd be a seedless watermelon? " Inquiring minds wish to know, the question was important! It's life or death! Okay, he's simply being dramatic. Though he did come out of their latest fight with one too many slams against buildings and signs the city had to offer.

" I'm feline fine! Are you furr-real? "

[yangnoir]

❝ ↪ @tidecrux requested a starter !!

" That's gonna be one major lock you get to open with a key that size! " The joke rolls from his tongue while the superhero leaps from his spot from the roof to the building down to where the other stood.

" Is this what the tourists are doing these days in Paris? Consider me clawrious. "

[yangnoir]

❝ ↪ @satorukojima requested a starter !!

" I couldn't help myself but seem to get lost in the moment, " flushing an embarrassing shade of pink, the male glances from his spot against the park bench, the sound of 8-bit music coming from the device in hand.

Sliding it into his bag, he glances to the other with a better look. " Somebody mentioned this game at school and I might have been hooked on it ever since. "

[yangnoir]

flicks the bell on his suit / from queen bee :>

❝ ↪ @jauneilles submitted an ask !!

" And how exactly can I be of service to you on this day, Buzz Babe? " in response to the sound of his bell ringing, he shifts an arm over his chest and finds himself offering her a swift bow in greeting.

" I'm afraid my service hours are only available for a limited amount of time, so hurry up before I need to pounce off!~ "

[yangnoir]

He didn't have the best relationship with his father. One could call it a complicated dynamic at best. Maybe. Even to this day he's still trying to comprehend and figure out exactly what's happened. Trying to adjust to his newfound life without his father hadn't exactly been the smoothest transition.

But one which needed to happen all the same.

The battle alongside Ladybug, the fight which revealed who his father had been and why he'd been doing it to begin with. It still haunts him to this day. Plagues him with thoughts of what-ifs and could have been if only he'd been more observant to what had been taking place in his own home.

Now his father is a lost song to the breeze in the aftermath of the event, the ache in not revealing his deeds to the world something he and his partner agreed upon.

The estate alone feels like a haunted house that he finds himself sneaking away into. Looking around and taking in the familiar sights until a strange sound of someone in another room catches him off guard.

Bracing for potential impact on his way until he manages to locate the source of the problem. His heart beats something hard and anxious against his chest when green eyes take notice to who it was. He watches him from his spot -- it's as if he's seen a ghost. One who continues to haunt him to his day.

" This can't....what? "

He shouldn't have made a sound to begin with. He knew better.

@yangnoir gets some feels, as a treat.

Gabe hadn't been to his home in quite some time, but there was something different about the home his prime universe counterpart owned. It was strange, stepping into it-- but he needed a spare pair of glasses-- and clothes. Surely his counterpart wouldn't mind. He seemed independently wealthy-- a far cry from the humble beginnings they shared.

He slipped in through the window, silent as a thief. For truthfully he was one. Underneath his Miraculoused heroic appearance his clothes were far worse for the wear.

The fine layer of dust on everything went unnoticed as he opened the door to the closet, walking in and making himself at home.

"Terrible taste. Is this what passes for fashion here?" He muttered under his breath as he trolled through suit after suit-- none of which seemed to suit him.

He failed to notice he was being observed.

[yangnoir]

MK is just sitting in his own corner in the art room drawing and listening to music through his headphones. What exactly is on his paper? A very detailed Chat Noir and the beginning sketches of Ladybug!

❝ ↪ @newdleboy submitted an ask !!

There's a silent sigh of relief when he manages to make his way into the art room and shut the door behind him. As much as he enjoys the chance to hang out with his friends, there's a small part of him curious to the fact if his latest photoshoot had something to do with the spike in attention.

He didn't want to be known for his model work, he wanted to be known as their friend. " I'm a person, " he mumbles to himself. Not a photo in a magazine.

Caught off guard when a light hum suddenly hits his ears, his gaze curiously shifts to the male in his corner, seemingly in his own world. The music must have been too loud, he's able to sneak a peek with the art project taking place and is lost in the details sketched of Chat Noir along with the start of Ladybug.

He really did look that cool in action, huh?

" Say, you're really good at this! That's definitely Chat Noir's good side - Ladybug looks amazing as well. " he admits the moment he realizes the other has caught his stare and moves his headphones.

" Sorry! I needed a place to hide, didn't mean to startle you. "

[yangnoir]

i wasn't sure whether you would want me here.

❝ ↪ @jauneilles submitted an ask !!

" Chloe, I - "

There's a sudden pause when he recalls what he said to her. When he mentioned not wanting to be her friend anymore in the heat of the moment. He was the one to push her away. He won't deny the slight guilt in his chest with how in the moment he found himself caught up in. Still, he's the one who pushed her away all the same.

He takes notice to the light shiver in her stubborn stance, the way she doesn't want to pull away and stand her ground; still stubborn in her own Chloe way, it almost reminds him of when they were younger. Much younger. Outside and playing in the snow as kids with Felix. Her making threats to tell her father if the snow so much as touched her hair and ruined the style she had it in.

The way he teamed up with Felix to throw the army of snowballs all the same until she'd scream and cry about it and they'd stop.

She had her way of expressing herself, but she was still his first friend all the same.

" Say, Chloe? Are you cold? "

Without much warning, Adrien takes a few steps closer and removes the scarf from his neck, slowly he starts to wrap it around her in exchange. For a moment, it's a silent peace offering. At least one that he hopes she'd accept.

" Why don't we head inside for tea? I'm pretty sure Nathalie mentioned we recently acquired some of your favorite blend, we can catch up over that. "

A pause, an attempt to catch his breath before he continues.

" I missed you, Chloe. "

[yangnoir]

❛ ... The song in your heart's got some conflicting melodies in it lately. ❜ Though his head remains bent over his guitar, focusing on the chords his fingers gently strum, Luka sneaks a glance at the other boy, trying to get a glimpse of his expression. ❛ If you need someone to listen, I'm all ears. If I can help, I'd like to try. ❜

❝ ↪ @luneysia submitted an ask !!

He could never quite place how one person could leave another to feel so.....grounded. How Adrien could simply stand there while Luka plucked away - figuring out each conflicting note with so much ease. It's not the first time and the blonde is certainly convinced that this won't be the last. There's something about him that's so easy to talk to. Even if he's uncertain how to go about what leaves him feeling stuck. It's not like he can openly talk about the true source to what's been plaguing him at night and keeps him awake.

It starts with the nightmares that keep him up at night, it continues with shard-like memories cutting through like glass in his head. it's broken pieces that he can't always put together and yet....feels haunted all the same - as if some ghost from his future had been on a mission to punish him.

It's death and destruction.....he's the cause.....he can feel something familiar - yet so distant - when the broken record plagues his thoughts. It's by his white gloved hand that he makes it happen after all.

Did he? Would he? It was still so confusing to the teen.

" I don't even know where to begin, " let alone how to begin. Could he begin? " How do you handle something that feels like it's out of your control? "

[yangnoir]

"This-- GIRL. Marinette?" Gabriel had no experience in this field. Adrien was his only child-- Emilie was so much BETTER at handling these emotional talks. Feelings and all that. He cleared his throat. "If you would like to invite her over for dinner-- I'd like to meet her parents properly as well." He requested. At the very least he could tell his son was absolutely smitten. The least he could do was offer support.

❝ ↪ @nerdynanny submitted an ask !!

Had his emotions been so clearly on display that his father could see the way he smiles whenever her name and photo flashes across his phone screen? The way the very thought of her name sends butterflies fluttering through the pit of his stomach? Adrien hadn't even realized that he had been so lost in thought that his father's curious attempt at getting to know him better along with the very person who'd become the latest source of his happiness almost caused him to fall from his seat in the kitchen.

" Father? Are you sure this is something you have time for? "

Hopeful pains his chest as he thinks of the many times his father has had to leave before, wasn't able to be there for things he wished he could have been more. Having interest in his son's life. He clenches at his phone as his only lifeline in the moment when he looks him over. Almost as if he's trying to find the catch.

. . .there had to be a catch right?

There's another glance in his attempt to read his father's expression before hope starts to return. He's trying his best. He has to be. Adrien's expression shifts when he returns to his phone in a quick attempt to send the invitation out to Marinette. Slightly anxious that if he doesn't fully commit in the moment - he could lose his chance. He didn't want to lose this chance.

" You won't regret this! Marinette's dad makes the best pastries! "

Another pause when he realizes he's rambling more than usual. Excitement spills from his lips from the very thought of the people he wanted to meet most having the chance to get along. " What did you have in mind for dinner? "

[yangnoir]

“ guess who has an extra ticket for the concert this weekend! wanna come with me? they’re practically front row! “ - nino

❝ ↪ @heartwilled submitted an ask !!

" Whoa! How'd you manage to get your hands on these? I thought they were sold out completely! " complete admiration reflects in his expression as he looks the tickets over the other had in hand. " It'd be so much fun! "

The expression is short-lived upon the familiar voice playing in the back of his head, the sound of his father already telling him no, the broken record of what that day's schedule would consist of sparking a light sigh of pure defeat in the process.

It was a nice thought while it lasted.

" It'd be awesome but I don't think my dad will let me go. "

[yangnoir]

i should have trusted you . // @ CHAT

❝ ↪ @yinbug submitted an ask !!

" Last I checked, we were supposed to be partners. " there's more bite than he might have intended behind the statement. Yet he stands there, another new comrade seemingly vanished to their hiding spot to wait for Ladybug when he could have helped. How many times has this happened at this point?

How many more secrets does she get to keep from him?

He sees it though, the look in her eyes; their familiar song and dance makes her expression no stranger to him. After all - they are partners. They've been at this for so long at this point that he can read her next move. If she turns left, he's ready on the right. He knows better, knows that her hands are more than likely tied.

But is he truly so unlucky that she can't surrender even a little bit of what she needs to do to him? He's starting to fully realize what it means to be the bearer of misfortune if that might be the case.

He wishes the anger would vanish - yet it still boils strong.

" When will you learn that all my ideas happen to be purrfect ones, M'lady? "

It's a quick attempt at some sort of normalcy, the beeping of their miraculous a key sign that they don't have much time left and before she even has the chance to speak any sort of comeback, he's already leaping away with his staff from building to building, hunting down his own personal hiding spot for when he would change back.

Perhaps some battles aren't worth happening.

[yangnoir]

tag drop: verses.

❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― prequel: used to call this home ‚ but i'm here alone. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― main: i am the cat ‚ just chillin' out. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― corruption: bad omens in my head ‚ sweet child you'll end up dead. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― crossover: travel the universe ‚ unlock memories. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― awakening: this was always meant to be ‚ our destiny. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― kwami swap: let me get to know you ‚ the one behind the mask. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― reverse: somewhere along in the bitterness ‚ would have stayed with you all night. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― to be determined.

[yangnoir]

He can only hope that by the hands of his partner he is truly saved! So, maybe he's seeing duplicates of her while they speak. Was that truly such a crime and so awful?

" I can't recall, but I'm pretty convinced that my nine lives are used up and I'm now in cat heaven! " He grins from ear to ear, leaning against his pole and admiring the two....three? Yeah, he can see three of her now. Purrfect!

  If the life or death question really is life or death, maybe she needs to find him some medical attention. After all, it's not like her magic ladybugs can help with that, especially with the danger already passed.

❝ I thought we were finally past the watermelon thing. Exactly how hard did you hit your head earlier? ❞ Then again, if he's able to make his awful puns, he's probably fine.