It wasn't hard to keep the girls smiling, they were jolly little things. Always finding a reason to giggle, and even more reasons to make mischief. But mischief Chat could handle- mischief was his middle name… right after perfection… But as for now, all he needed to do was keep them distracted so that neither could go running off.

The superhero brought his hands to stroke his chin, and squinted at them quite comically, "I hope you don't turn into tiny little cloning monsters again."

He caught their full attention, and they both looked him dead in the eye. Such a lively color of brown they shared- almost identical… but if he looked long enough, he could see that Stinkie's eyes were just a tad bit softer. That was information for another time.

Chat blinked quickly, then took a dramatic step back and clutched his face, "I don't wanna be attacked by the…"

He whispered when his eyes widened, "The Sapotis…"

The twins shared yet another look, another silent conversation and turned back to him with wide grins, "No promises!"

Chat shrugged and looked to his side as though talking to an unseen force, "Good enough for me."

The girls blessed him with their giggles once again. And he found himself wondering if he really was that good of a babysitter- people usually said he was good with children.

Chat squinted once again at the girls, and Stinkie caught his eye for a moment, and her smile faded. A flicker of something passed through her and she turned to her twin. That something was shared with just one look. And they looked back to Chat with firm frowns.

Chat looked right back, but the curiosity in him wanted to know what those looks of their meant. Each girl had small frowns- almost a straight line on their faces. And their eyes barely squinted at him as though judging… or if suspicious...

Years of body language practice that came with being a model caused Chat to recognize some part of that look. Something was off. And he could only guess what they wanted to know.

Chat pulled on a silly frown, and pointed an accusing finger at them, "I wanna know why you don't think I'm a good babysitter."

Stealie lifted a finger in a very Alya-like manner and said, "You said you were going to take us to get ice-cream,"

Chat didn't deny it, and even before he could say a single word, the girls interrupted him in union.

"Good babysitters don't let their children eat sweets after bedtime." They replied as though it were written in stone.

Chat made a dramatic gasp, and cupped his cheeks, "What? It's after bed time! Yikes!"

Both girls watched him with wide eyes as he looked over his shoulder and back to them, "Aww man…" Chat slouched forward, "I'm going to turn into a zombie tomorrow if I don't get enough sleep!"

And from the corner of his eyes, he noticed the two girls giggle. Why was that little sound so appealing? Would it be cliché for him to compare it to jingling bells? Like little crystals tinkling in the moonlight- beautiful and captivating at the same time.

Stinkie spoke up, her voice a fraction softer than her usual tone, "Do you have a bed time Chat Noir?"

Chat winced when he recalled his too-strict curfew, and he didn't lie when he told the twins, "Yup. I'm supposed to be in my room by eight,"

"Even on weekends?" Stinkie asked again, while her sister watched in stiff silence.

Chat sighed and admitted his truth, "Especially on weekends."

Both their eyes widened at that, and why did they share another look? Chat observed just how Stealie arched a brow at her sister while Stinkie shrugged. Could they be discussing him? Chat saw Stinkie do the universal signal of 'I don't know' while her sister sighed. They were definitely using some form of non-verbal communication. And Chat could very well crack the code if he tried hard enough.

Stealie faced Chat, and raised her chin high to ask him, "Are you breaking curfew?"

Chat Noir put his hands on his hips, "My father doesn't know I'm Chat Noir, so I have to keep these secrets from him."

And just like that, he had their absolutely full attention again. They stepped forward until they had to crane their neck up to meet his eyes. He made the situation so much simpler when he knelt to their eye level. They glanced at each other, and grinned.

Chat rest a hand on his knee, "Tonight was especially hard to sneak out…" He pouted, "Especially on a Friday night…"

The twin's eyes widened again, and Stinkie gasped, "We're sorry for that!"

Chat arched a brow, but saw the opportunity just as it fluttered by. The boy grinned his Chesire smile and said, "But it wasn't you- it was the Sapotis!"

The girls giggled again, loud laughter that caused them to clutch their bellies and gasp for breath, and it was so contagious that even Chat laughed with them. Nope, it wasn't going to be difficult keeping them happy- but it sure was going to be fun.

Next on the agenda, ice cream!