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an opawn post, if mew please--
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 This is a voice test post and also an open post because I need more losers. Leave a prompt ( picture, text, opener, anything-- ) or a blank comment and I'll get back to you! ( and if you have a preference for the lame superhero or lame teenager variety ) sigh |
throws shoes at your head
[She was glad, at least, that he didn't flat-out lie to her. She rolled her eyes at the first pun of the evening, shaking her head and shifting backward in the chair.]
Oh, very. Were you just dropping by to give me a progress report, though? That seems like a tall order for someone saving Paris.
[Come on, Kitty. Spill the beans. You wouldn't have come over with a problem if you didn't need someone to share it with.]
catches them and treasures them forever :>
she was settling down and chat's dreadfully obvious with his hesitation again, as he followed her actions but avoided looking at her directly when her attention was off the flowers and instead on him. a moment where he looked to lean back on her railing, and he does, but his slight fidgeting ruined any chance he had of seeming relaxed regardless.
he tried so hard. ]
I prefer to call it a pawgress... [ he started, stubborn, until he trailed off weakly, his lips pressed together in thought. then, after a somewhat tired sigh: ] ... Am I that obvious?
[ said chat, master of subtlety, wryly. ]
bad kitty >C
[She pursed her own lips in response, smiling apologetically at him and reaching out to pat the corner of the chair.]
Now what on earth could Ladybug's partner, the great and paw-erful Chat Noir, have troubling him enough to bring it to a passing fancy?
[She figured maybe rising to him and meeting him with a pun might improve his mood. Or at least prompt a smile slightly less forced than what he'd already afforded her.]
C:
that was unexpected. that marinette, who would normally roll her eyes or shrug off his excessive... everything, would both flatter and partake in his Shitty Humor? it was simple to see that his heart was on his sleeve regardless of her perceptiveness, and that heart must've shown something very poor to have her pun.
but he chuckled. not as strongly as he would have, were this a regular night, but genuinely. he pushed himself off the railing slowly, steps hesitant as he made his way to her and the place she offered him, feeling something like a gratitude at the base of his chest but also a horrid anxiety.
and he smiled as he brought himself to sit down, more like a bit of a defeated kind of smile, as he gripped his tail to swing off the edge of the lawn chair he occupied idly. ]
A great and paw-erful problem. [ a pause. this time he looked at her from the corner of his gaze, as he continued to fiddle with his tail. ] Sorry, I lied on my progress report.
[ of course. he mulled over his words again, carefully, and then when he spoke again it was no longer dry or wry, but very serious. ]
... Princess, [ ugh, words, where are you ] if someone you trusted was doing something bad--no, terrible, what would you do?
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?
it's beautiful it's ok
marinette hadn't allowed him much time to linger on that "it depends", nor did she give him enough time to deliberate ways on how to elaborate on his situation without spilling his name all over the place. his immediate response to her worry was to placate it, both hands raised up in a gesture of reassurance.
it occurred to him to play off the question with something ridiculous ( i am trouble, actually; trouble? schmouble— ). instead: ]
I'll fix it.
[ in other words, yes, he was in trouble. this is said more in a "i'll have to fix it" kind of way, as that was the truth. adrien's biggest problem had become chat noir's biggest problem, and the implications of his situation kept rolling in as chat settled his hands on his knees.
his father hadn't approved of nino, but nino was still adrien's best friend. even then, he'd become the bubbler; his father had done that fully aware of that fact. with a lot of his classmates, too. the thought was... beyond unpleasant, and soured the trust and love adrien couldn't help feeling more than gabriel's constant absence ever did.
marinette's safety wasn't even guaranteed with his vagueness, was it? ]
I just... I don't know how yet. [ he looked at her again, one hand tapping lightly against his knee. ] But I'll fix it.
stage yodeling
[He'd fix it. That meant he knew something was wrong, which was the first step to fixing it, and he was willing to, even if not in as many words, admit to her there was something wrong. It was a start.]
[She smiled, just enough to be seen, and shifted to sit cross-legged, resting her hands on her ankles.]
Surely you didn't come to me just to say you'd fix something you can't, or possibly just won't tell me about. What about your partner? Could she help?