It was incredibly unexpected when Ladybug shrieked and backpedaled as far away from the sight as possible.
Chat Noir stared at her, dumbfounded. No way. Surely not. She could not be reacting to what he thought she was. But as he watched, he was confronted with the inescapable truth.
Ladybug was afraid of insects.
"You've got to be kitten me," Chat snorted, beginning to laugh. This was just too good. He clutched his sides, looking back and forth between the heroine and the cricket that was chirping a few feet away on the rooftop. "Gee, Bugaboo, I never thought a Ladybug would be scared of bugs!"
She scowled, still keeping her distance from the offending cricket. "Ha, ha, hilarious. It's not my fault those things are so creepy..."
The cricket sprang forward suddenly, making her let loose another terrorized, un-Ladybuglike squeak. Chat Noir dissolved into another bout of laughter.
"Does this mean you get scared of transforming, too?" he asked between breaths. "Do you break out in chills whenever you see something red with spots?"
Ladybug wanted to facepalm, but that would mean taking her eyes off of the chirping insect. Instead, she settled for crossing her arms and huffing. "I'm not scared of ladybugs, Chat. I just... don't like crawly things."
"Crawly things like ladybugs," her partner supplied unhelpfully.
Ladybug scowled harder and opened her mouth to retort when the cricket gave a mighty leap and landed inches from her foot.
The resulting cacophony of respective screaming and laughter woke many Parisians from their slumbers and sent them panicking.
