"Kid."
"But, Plagg-"
"Just do it."
"I'd feel bad though..."
"You think she feels bad about throwing you at the akuma?"
"Of course not!"
"Then do it."
A sigh. "I'm not that sort of cat Plagg."
"Kid, I know cats, I'm a cat. I've been a cat for over five thousand years. All cats do this. It's a very important tradition. You spit on us if you don't do it!"
"But-"
"It's a great stress reliever."
"..."
"Nothing else will be so satisfying."
"..."
"And I say she does deserve it."
Marinette breathed in.
Plagg smiled, green eyes bright. "Do it Kid."
She caved.
She did it.
She pushed Chloe's expensive, designer, ivory purse with gold embroider over to the floor, scattered it's contents to that very floor.
Marinette stared down at the mess she made.
Plagg floated over, grinning. "So...?"
"That felt great."
"Best stress reliever in the world," Plagg praised out, smug.
He knows how to take care of his kittens.
And Tikki grumbles that he's a horrible influence.
He still doesn't understand what she means.
He's a great cat dad!
...Speaking of which, another great stress reliever he knew. "Hey Kid," he called, floating closer, eyes glinting. Marinette turned to him. He grinned. "How about we sneak into the Bourgeois hotel and tear up their drapes?"
