The taste on his tongue was rich, full; it encompassed everything around him, so even though he was used to it, his eyes fluttered closed, and a moan let out.
Being tiny was a lot like being overwhelmed, especially when flattened under the responsibility of the world, but Camembert, Camembert was a lot like a giant hug easing into you, feeling not overwhelmed, just filled.
Plagg loved it as it made him feel much taller again, it made him feel alive, and while Adrien claimed it stunk, and most people did actually, the smell had grown on Plagg like a fine perfume.
It left behind the feeling of what joy it can bring, and Plagg lives for any moment that can make him relive his past glories or at the very least, his past height; the first time that he smelled it, he was curious, because it smelled like nothing else and had the alarming capacity of stinking up a whole room.
Plagg's never shy at trying the foods in life that most people turned down and that in fact came in handy more than you'd realize; if people turned it down from its odor, it was fair game to snack on. Only his first Chosen had ever understood that fact however; they'd both been penniless after all, and the rejected food was always the easiest to come by and therefore the tastiest.
He imagines that that boy would kill to have Adrien's room, all wide space with a ton of fun; it sure beat being homeless that was for sure.
Plagg figures that Adrien probably doesn't understand how soft his scarf is to one that was once denied that plushiness, probably doesn't understand how comfortable a bed is when compared to a dirty sidewalk; Tikki'd gotten all the luck that time.
She'd lived with a middle class hat maker that slept on a cot with a blanket to rest overtop; that had to be comfortable compared to the dirty path that people walk on and the gunk that Plagg had to be prepared to wake up by when they fell and coated him with a hard thud.
He figures luck makes sense in that regard; Tikki probably doesn't realize quite how lucky she had been.
Either way, Plagg loved the feel of Camembert when it's just settling in his stomach, after he'd rushed away for a moment to savor it, to taste the rich taste that made him feel so much taller, so much more powerful, he equally loved the almost ticklish feeling in his insides.
Little soldiers with equally small sticks for weapons walking in uniform patterns in his stomach; they never really ran, and their feet weren't hard enough on his insides to actually be marching.
Plagg loved how easy it was to fall into that daze though within a half an hour, the feeling would be gone, long gone, even faster though if he had to transform and focus on providing Adrien with the support of a fight or patrol or whatever reason Adrien wanted to transform nowadays.
Sometimes he was positive that Adrien just transformed to transform, but Plagg knew how much his kid loved his freedom, and while he'd complain, he'd never take that away from him.
Plagg sighed as he curled up by the too large computer, and briefly let his mind fly back to his first Chosen again, who would have been confused by this technology but so excited too.
Sometimes his black cats just needed him there for them.