sweettalker: Smelled better, too. (o2 Oh pls. I've met cuter satyrs.)
Piper McLean ([personal profile] sweettalker) wrote in [community profile] chatpiper 2019-03-20 08:51 am (UTC)

[ Thank God for him taking the lead just then, because even now Charmeur does NOT know what to do with all this praise. Instead she just focuses on keeping pace, holding onto his hand and squeezing out her own replies where she can before finally they're through closed doors.

But she'll be back.

He probably means once she's recovered, but she can't help but wonder if she'll be doing this again in future days to come. Would she trade putting up with her stage fright if it meant helping them out? Yes, absolutely.

Once they're through the final set of doors it seems like there wasn't a moment to spare. Before she can utter the words to release Sass from the bangle, though, her eyes catch Cat Noir's expression, and- oh God damn it he caught her off guard! That's an honest to God blush flaring up over her cheeks beneath the snakeskin pattern of her mask. He had to go and look at her like that, didn't he? That makes her heart skip and her body burn all the way down to her toes in a way that forty-some cameras never could. ]


Y-Yeah, well, it'd look pretty bad to choke on opening night.

[ She says it jovially, recovering from her surprise. ]

Sass, fangs in.

[ With the magic released the small kwamii moves to rest on Piper's shoulder, giving her a measuring and quizzical look. He'd noticed something, but it would be a discussion best saved for Master Fu, for now. ]

Rest while you can, Piper. I also need to recover my strength. Cat Noir, were you able to procure what we discussed?

[ Fine by her, she takes a moment to settle her nerves again while Sass eats, all the while wondering. Should she maybe tell him to go ahead without her? ]

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