Adrien Agreste had been sitting forlornly in his limo when he saw Marinette Dupain-Cheng exiting the small alleyway, her doll like features grim. He smiled and rolled down the window, about to call her name in greeting when his eye caught on glinting steel.
His heart stopped as his mind processed what little could be seen in the dark. In her delicate hand Marinette held a sleek revolver like it was a school standard pencil. He gaped when she casually tucked it away in her handbag.
Marinette continued on her way with what could very well be a murder weapon, childish pigtails swaying cheerfully.
Adrien gulped. Could his kind hearted classmate have been hiding a darker, more sinister side all along? Was his school desk the only thing separating him from a cold killer?
Did a school desk offer any protection from the force that was Marinette Dupain-Cheng?
"Adrien respectfully requested you be present at dinner," Nathalie lied, his request had most certainly not been respectful, and It wouldn't have bothered Nathalie if the stream of anger had come from anyone else.
Adrien is always so level headed. Something must be bothering him.
Monsieur Agreste shook his head. "Tell Adrien I'm currently occupied."
"Are you?"
Gabriel's eyes were cold steel, "It's been some time since an akuma attack, has it not?"
"Indeed, sir." The man was obsessed. Every moment he didn't spend pouring over his work was spent in the room packed with butterflies.
Gabriel inquired,"Was that all you wished to tell me or was there something else?"
Nathalie hesitated, than laid a news article on Gabriel's tasteful desk.
Gabriel didn't reach for it. He leaned back in his chair, avoiding it as much as possible. "You know I prefer you send any information digitally, Nathalie-"
"Sir."
"-It's not hard, really. In Fact, I'd say finding any text electronically these days is simply a matter of-"
"Sir."
Gabriel Agreste paused, finally meeting her gaze with obvious reluctance, "Yes, Nathalie?"
"Your son has has returned."
Gabriel picked through his pile of paperwork nonchalantly, "Adrien?"
"No." Nathalie let the taboo name escape her mouth, "Your eldest. Felix"
She stepped back and awaited the explosion.
But Gabriel only reached for the gazette and read it's headline, his eyes raking over the lines with growing distress.
Nathalie observed as Gabriel Agreste's shoulders heaved with silent sobs. It would seem even the most pristine of gods could be knocked from their altar.
What a shame.