That single song line nearly drove him crazy. He had to get it out of his head.
He tried. He tried so hard to forget it.
Chat Blanc had no idea what the line even meant.
It was a song, sure, but what song? From where? How did he even learn it? Had he always known it?
He must have, he knew there was more to it than just "Little kitty on a roof..." but how the rest went, he couldn't tell you.
He just couldn't remember it, like something chewed up his brain and left his memories all mangled.
He knew he must've had other memories, besides that.
He remembered... a colour - warm and agressive and firey, but also loving and confident.
Chat Blanc wanted to believe he had made it up; there was nothing but grey, blue and white for miles in all directions. Something kept him from forgetting, but he couldn't remember why he couldn't forget.
Frustrating was a good way to discribe it.
Enraging.
Irritating.
Bothersome.
And for that, Chat Blanc dispised it, so much.
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"Little kitty on a roof, all alone without his lady..."
His lady?
He had remembered.
"Chat Noir?"
He jerked his head towards the voice.
He saw red.