[6. Sea prunes, get your sea prunes right here! (Adrien)]
[Adrien is used to weird. Paris gets besieged by a great amount of weird on an almost weekly basis. Even as a civilian, it would be hard to miss the multi-coloured supervillains running around wrecking stuff. You'd have to work very hard not to notice that sort of thing.
As such, the general weirdness of Keeliai doesn't put him off too much. In fact, it's nice to see non-evil weirdness for a change. He's been watching the scaley chickens with a soft smile of amusement. Birds are cool, and it's nice to be able to watch them without feeling like his sinuses are going to start a revolt against him.
He's so engrossed in watching the birds that he doesn't realise his food is making a break from his plate until his fork hits cardboard instead of delicious...whatever it was. He looks down, and lo and behold, his food is sliding off the plate and landing on the floor with a wet SLOP. ]
AUGH! What the heck?
[All he wanted was some food. Why doesn't the universe want him to eat? ]
[9. Incoming! (Chat Noir)]
[Now THIS was more like it. Danger! People to save! Fantastic acts of heroism! The flying dinosaur-y things show up, and it only takes ducking behind a building and a quick transformation later and Chat Noir is ready for the case. Bystanders get the delights of watching a masked boy in a black leather catsuit racing out from some hidden corner, ready to take names and kick ass. Maybe not even in that order.
It's not the same without Ladybug. They are, after all, a team. But these creatures are not born of akumas, so he doesn't have to worry about releasing the corruption within them, which is Ladybug's domain. He can absolutely settle on what he does best. Kicking butt and bantering.
He leaps up onto the roof of the nearest building, extending his staff, waiting for juuuuust the right moment before vaulting off, swinging the staff like a bat, whacking one of those things out of the dive it was making to some poor soul. Maybe it was you. Maybe you were just watching.
Regardless, Chat laughs, from the sheer delight that comes from being Chat. The beast flaps awkwardly taking back to the sky, and Chat prepares his staff for another takedown, grinning like a lunatic. ]
Didn't your mother ever tell you it was rude to dine and dash?
Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir - Miraculous Ladybug
[Adrien is used to weird. Paris gets besieged by a great amount of weird on an almost weekly basis. Even as a civilian, it would be hard to miss the multi-coloured supervillains running around wrecking stuff. You'd have to work very hard not to notice that sort of thing.
As such, the general weirdness of Keeliai doesn't put him off too much. In fact, it's nice to see non-evil weirdness for a change. He's been watching the scaley chickens with a soft smile of amusement. Birds are cool, and it's nice to be able to watch them without feeling like his sinuses are going to start a revolt against him.
He's so engrossed in watching the birds that he doesn't realise his food is making a break from his plate until his fork hits cardboard instead of delicious...whatever it was. He looks down, and lo and behold, his food is sliding off the plate and landing on the floor with a wet SLOP. ]
AUGH! What the heck?
[All he wanted was some food. Why doesn't the universe want him to eat? ]
[9. Incoming! (Chat Noir)]
[Now THIS was more like it. Danger! People to save! Fantastic acts of heroism! The flying dinosaur-y things show up, and it only takes ducking behind a building and a quick transformation later and Chat Noir is ready for the case. Bystanders get the delights of watching a masked boy in a black leather catsuit racing out from some hidden corner, ready to take names and kick ass. Maybe not even in that order.
It's not the same without Ladybug. They are, after all, a team. But these creatures are not born of akumas, so he doesn't have to worry about releasing the corruption within them, which is Ladybug's domain. He can absolutely settle on what he does best. Kicking butt and bantering.
He leaps up onto the roof of the nearest building, extending his staff, waiting for juuuuust the right moment before vaulting off, swinging the staff like a bat, whacking one of those things out of the dive it was making to some poor soul. Maybe it was you. Maybe you were just watching.
Regardless, Chat laughs, from the sheer delight that comes from being Chat. The beast flaps awkwardly taking back to the sky, and Chat prepares his staff for another takedown, grinning like a lunatic. ]
Didn't your mother ever tell you it was rude to dine and dash?