She was standing near him. When, for no reason at all she started giggle and then she started leaning closer to him. "You know I love solving mysteries and you are the biggest mystery to me. I wanna solve you so bad it hurts" she giggled again. Her bluebells sparkled like sapphires and her laugh sounded like tinkling bells. But he couldn't pay attention to her laugh like usual, oh no his mind was way too preoccupied with the possibility of the fact that ladybug had asked him to reveal his identity.
If he was being honest, he would say he was confused as hell, but she looked so pretty, he didn't wanted to break whatever trance she was in by asking some weird questions, besides she rarely talked to him other than on how to save Paris or the occasional patrol route.
She leaned in closer now and his breath got caught in his throat. She mumbled something inaudible but he could catch some words like: crazy, dreaming and ….pinch her? He was so stupefied with shock he couldn't move a muscle, because wow, was she drunk? Certainly looked like it.
She smiled really big and now leaned in even closer; their faces only an inch apart. The logical side of his brain was screaming at him now to stop, to do something, anything, but he was in a trance now much like her. She broke the distance and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose right where the night black mask ended. She pulled back a little, later and let out a giggle. His eyes widened and he gasped utterly shocked he opened and closed his mouth, but no words came out.
She giggled again "oh, chaton you are so silly!" her hand reached to his leather cat ears and started stroking it. He looked at her mouth agape and eyes widened, what had gotten in to that girl? He took a few deep breaths and tried to pull his mind back in the game "ladybug are you- you're not drunk right?" she backed off a little from his personal space "'course I'm not!"
She giggled again "come on let's go. Race you to Eiffel tower." And just like that, she flew away.
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(AN: I know its pretty pointless, but I wrote it solely for the purpose of writing something. anything. at. all.)