[ Cat Noir appreciates the brief distraction as they set up the final touches. Hearing his name, though, he turns, returning to Charmeur’s side by the few steps it takes to close the distance.
His hand?
His lips curl, but he offers the hand easily, swallowing the words Til death do us part. ]
All yours, ma chère. Just make sure I get it back.
[ NEVER KNOW WHEN HE’LL NEED TO CATACLYSM A BITCH— ]
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His hand?
His lips curl, but he offers the hand easily, swallowing the words Til death do us part. ]
All yours, ma chère. Just make sure I get it back.
[ NEVER KNOW WHEN HE’LL NEED TO CATACLYSM A BITCH— ]