A/N: Wow. As of this chapter, this is now my most-viewed story ever! I'm really surprised, I'd never have guessed this one would be so popular! Thank you everyone who's read, followed, favourited, reviewed. I love you all!
The stars twinkled peacefully.
"Well, there was Peacemaker on Monday", he said, sprawling back against the still-sunwarmed roof sheeting.
She sighed. "Fluffy clouds lifting people out of reach".
"Tuesday was Tickatch" he said, patting the roof next to him.
She leaned back, uncaring of their closeness. "Rolls of pre-printed tickets tying people up. I thought that one might be a go".
"Shame that the tickets just tore off so easily."
"Yeah". He moved an arm to support her head. She leant against it, still watching the stars, and said "I hated Thursday's one. What was she called?"
"Love Your Mudder". They both fell silent, remembering the Avenue des Champs-Élysées turned into a two-kilometre-long mud-filled obstacle pit.
"Don't get me wrong, it was kinda fun", he said, "but it took forever to get my hair clean".
"Poor kitty". She scratched his hair with a free hand and he leant into it, smiling. "And then Friday". She sighed again. "Let's just not talk about Friday".
"Deal".
They lay there, casually touching, resting, just looking at the stars.
"So what does it take for Hawkmoth to come up with an akuma that can actually catch me, anyway?" he said.
"I've no idea".