[It was a once in a life time oppawrtunity, really. Enjoy that you were given it, you silly kitty. She doesn't afford these sorts of favors to just anyone-- especially not when she's in Ladybug Mode like she habitually was around Chat Noir. She was so, so very fond of him, she loved him in a way she couldn't put words to. It was different than her pining for Adrien and it was not entirely unlike her love for her parents, while still being entirely its own. Even as Marinette, where it couldn't be known that he was also her partner beyond being an unexpected friend, even with her frustration and outward annoyed tolerance of him, behind the mask and not. Chat Noir was absolutely and entirely precious and irreplaceable to her, and if slipping him a dose of his own over the top behavior was enough to get a smile from him when he was clearly down, she would afford that just this once.]
[But she had an appearance to maintain, so once she'd earned that chuckle and the smile, defeated as it was, and he sat down to fidget, she folded her wrists back over one another with her arms around her knees and set her chin on them to listen.]
[It was a challenge to keep from reacting too strongly to his question. Someone he trusted? This arose a possibly singular instance of her wishing she knew more about Chat Noir, and potentially anything about who he was in the daytime. She had no idea who beyond Ladybug he trusted, and she was relatively sure that she hadn't done anything he would consider bad, much less terrible. She managed to just squint and frown thoughtfully, tilting her head and looking at the shade above them.]
Well, that would depend a lot on who it was and what they'd done, I think. Which is probably not something you can tell me, what with the whole superhero identity clause in place.
[A beat of silence, and she looked startled, dropping her gaze sharply to him. She'd always been the one to enforce that, he'd always seemed pretty mellow about potentially knowing her identity or her knowing his. She certainly wasn't about to let him just tell her, but concern won over the knee-jerk reaction to say no before he even thought about thinking about it. She shifted, looking for a moment like she was considering reaching out to him.]
yells also what the fuck this got long???
[But she had an appearance to maintain, so once she'd earned that chuckle and the smile, defeated as it was, and he sat down to fidget, she folded her wrists back over one another with her arms around her knees and set her chin on them to listen.]
[It was a challenge to keep from reacting too strongly to his question. Someone he trusted? This arose a possibly singular instance of her wishing she knew more about Chat Noir, and potentially anything about who he was in the daytime. She had no idea who beyond Ladybug he trusted, and she was relatively sure that she hadn't done anything he would consider bad, much less terrible. She managed to just squint and frown thoughtfully, tilting her head and looking at the shade above them.]
Well, that would depend a lot on who it was and what they'd done, I think. Which is probably not something you can tell me, what with the whole superhero identity clause in place.
[A beat of silence, and she looked startled, dropping her gaze sharply to him. She'd always been the one to enforce that, he'd always seemed pretty mellow about potentially knowing her identity or her knowing his. She certainly wasn't about to let him just tell her, but concern won over the knee-jerk reaction to say no before he even thought about thinking about it. She shifted, looking for a moment like she was considering reaching out to him.]
...are you in trouble?