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🤷🏻♀️ boys will be boys
[ At first it was just small, innocuous things. Losing his balance, seemingly out of nowhere, partially botching a photoshoot. Getting a multiple choice quiz back from Ms. Bustier only to see less than average grades; feeling like someone changed the answers on him, because he knows he’d chosen some of those right.
Sure, he was Cat Noir. He embraced his bad luck, but things were getting... worse.
Now he’s stuck in bed, with Nathalie, his dad and his bodyguard all taking turns playing prison guard. He’s got one leg in a cast, and the crutches he has leaned against his bedside fall for the umpteenth time. He practically had to beg his dad to let him keep his phone, and he could forget about school until...
Who knows.
Maybe he could sneak out. It would be hard though (read: impossible) with crutches. Sorry, friend, Plagg had said. Not even miraculous ladybug can reverse that. Better tell the master.
It’s been a while now since Plagg flew off. He was worried about him, he could tell. With that thought warming him, Adrien finally reaches for his phone, to spread the word before they get it from the headlines.
That’s one good thing, at least. Having prison guards means he doesn’t have to deal with the paparazzi. But still...
He pokes Piper’s name and sighs. His text is just as uninspired. ]
Guess what
Sure, he was Cat Noir. He embraced his bad luck, but things were getting... worse.
Now he’s stuck in bed, with Nathalie, his dad and his bodyguard all taking turns playing prison guard. He’s got one leg in a cast, and the crutches he has leaned against his bedside fall for the umpteenth time. He practically had to beg his dad to let him keep his phone, and he could forget about school until...
Who knows.
Maybe he could sneak out. It would be hard though (read: impossible) with crutches. Sorry, friend, Plagg had said. Not even miraculous ladybug can reverse that. Better tell the master.
It’s been a while now since Plagg flew off. He was worried about him, he could tell. With that thought warming him, Adrien finally reaches for his phone, to spread the word before they get it from the headlines.
That’s one good thing, at least. Having prison guards means he doesn’t have to deal with the paparazzi. But still...
He pokes Piper’s name and sighs. His text is just as uninspired. ]
Guess what
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At first she'd written it off, like him. He'd dismissed the first few incidents as just poor fortune, and then a bit of Cat Noir's bad luck rubbing off on him as it sometimes did, apparently. A last second photoshoot cutting into their plans for a date on the Eiffel Tower, and then as they decided to try to improvise to make up for it, being bumped by some rude tourist and dropping his ice cream into the river below, or a flock of pigeons having moved in to roost from the cold in one of their favorite hang out spots, and finally a poorly timed bucket of water being dumped on him from a balcony overhead during their walk through town rounded out the evening of that first week.
Piper was starting to feel bad for even suggesting they try to get ahead of the game, honestly.
Speaking of games, he didn't seem to be on his when they played at her place later either. Nothing seemed to be going his way, and she worried that underneath his easy going nature, maybe it was starting to rub him wrong.
But it just got worse from there. Soon the incidents weren't so harmless anymore. He'd nearly gotten hit by a cyclist who's brakes stopped working, accidentally stepped on Fang's tail during a joint shoot with Jagged Stone and nearly had his leg bitten off, and it wasn't even WEDNESDAY yet.
She was starting to get irritated by Lila's and Chloe's not-so-subtle jabs that maybe she was just bad luck, and if Adrien dumped her his fortune would improve.
Snotty, stuck up, lying little--
She was comforted somewhat by the fact that the rest of the class came to her defense, at least, with Max dismissing the likelihood of Piper being the cause, given the length of time she'd been with Adrien now, and the fact that his bad luck had only just RECENTLY started. The rest of the reassurances were less scientific, but no less touching for it. Heh.
Still, she might be tempted to reconsider once she found out about this LATEST incident. For now, she assumes that the reason he didn't return after lunch period is something modeling related. She suspects nothing.... yet.]
You found mold spots growing under your arms from all the cheese Plagg makes you carry around?
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Ewwww!? Nope, that hasn't happened yet
But uh. It's worse....
[ He then takes a moment to actually take a picture of his leg cast, empty and unsigned. He hits send. ]
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She laughs at the reactionary text she gets though, so there's that. The laughter stops pretty abruptly when she gets that last text and opens it up, and nearly goes pitching face first off the roof she was about to leap from. Once she's landed safely on the other side of the row of houses Charmeur has to pause, climbing up and leaning her shoulder against the chimney of the rooftop she's on, frowning at her communicator as she quickly types out a message into the keyboard interface on the hidden panel in the pipes (what a weird sentence).]
How the hell did you manage THAT?!
[Adrien was a lot of things, but a klutz? Not among them. What had happened to land him in a cast?!]
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Long story short: monkey bars are slippery
also higher than they seem
[ S I G H ]
I'm okay, promise. Plagg already went to deliver the bad news
Won't be in school for at least a couple days though. lol, this is just the kind of excuse my dad wanted
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She arrives at his window then, thankful that he keeps one open in case he needs a quick escape, and that the others in the house deigned to leave it that way so that Adrien could get fresh air. It serves her well now.]
For the record, Plagg makes a terrible messenger.
[Charmeur quips as she leaps down inside, her senses having already told her the coast was clear.
Plagg, unsurprisingly, takes great offense to this, but she's ready with a peace offering of camembert for the trouble he'd gone to in running errands for the Guardian. (She keeps some on hand in an air tight container because you never know when the boyfriend is gonna need to refuel his interdimensional cat. Sass is SO much easier with his love of cherry tomatoes...]
You know who thought it would be best if I had my lucky bangle on hand in case a certain someone needed some help while you were down.
[But seeing how bad it is, now she wonders about that... Sure, Charmeur came with super powers, but...
Sighing, she takes a seat on the side of the bed next to him, covering one of his hands with hers.]
I'm no Chat, though.
[And she didn't want Adrien to think they'd deemed him in any way replaceable as Cat Noir. Sure, he and Ladybug had been forced to swap kwami once, but those were extreme circumstances.]
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Hey. [ He returns the gesture, squeezing her hand. ] Don't worry about that. I know you'll have her back, just like you had mine.
Plus I'll be back on my feet in no time.
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Well, in the meantime, you need any contraband snuck in? I can slither in and out without your bodyguards or your dad noticing.
[She grins behind the mask in that way that only Piper can, full of the harmless deviousness that comes from years of sneaking in and out of places she wasn't supposed to, or sweet talking her way in and out of trouble.]