Plagg hissed through his teeth resisting the urge to throw his phone at the plaster wall.
You need the phone. You need the phone. He thought to himself as the screen lit up for the third time in past twenty minutes.
He rolled his eyes and dutiful ignored the buzzing of the device until the caller ID went away, adjusting the volume setting from vibrate to silent he shrugged and turned his attention back to the task of unlocking his apartment door and was just walking inside as his phone lit up; announcing call number four.
Muttering darkly under his breath so Colette wouldn't hear he leaned against the door and continued to ignore his phone as his sister followed him into the apartment.
His sister froze; eyes zeroing in on Jinx as the cat appeared around the corner of the hallway.
"Minou!" She squealed.
Jinx went still, eyeing Colette warily, tail twitching. Plagg shot the cat a sympathetic look just as Colette unfroze, running for the small cat.
Jinx arched her back, pinning her ears to her head as she bolted back down the hallway. Plagg watched them both disappear before he caught the glow of his phone screen out of the corner of his eye. Good God. His mother was trying to drive him up the wall; biting his tongue against the urge to swear again he turned and tossed his phone at the couch instead of the wall. Already formulating a false excuse as to why he'd missed her calls.
"Homework!" He called down the hallway to Colettle who whined in response.
"But-"
"Yes, I know that's a cat and it's fluffy and adorable but if you don't leave it alone it will claw your eyes out and I don't want to say I told you so!"
"Plagg!"
"No. Leave the cat alone, she's in a mood."
Plagg turned around ignoring his sister's third protest, as his attention was unwillingly dragged back to his abandoned phone laying face up on the couch. "That makes two of us." he muttered as he snatched up the phone as call number six came through.
"What?"
"I've been trying to call you for the past half hour that's "what."
Plagg turned his eyes towards the ceiling biting his tongue to keep himself composed. "I've noticed."
"Tone."
Plagg was pretty sure he felt his eye twitch at the single worded scolding but he managed to keep his response to himself as his mother continued.
"How's-"
"Colette is fine."
"Don't-"
"Interrupt you."
"Young man I-"
"Have to go now."
"Don't you dare-"
"Hang up?" he asked, pulling the phone away from his ear and cutting off his mother's protest.
"Quit breathing down my neck." He hissed at the phone screen before he tossed the phone back onto the couch where it bounced off the leather cushion onto the floor landing face up. The screen lit up with call number seven and Plagg scowled and kicked the phone under the couch with a smirk.
She would bite his head off for that later. In person because when he felt like taking his phone out from under the couch was the first thing he was going to do was block her number until they could have a face-to-face conversation about helicopter parenting.
Turning away from the couch, savoring his minor victory he made his way down the hallway to his bedroom. Leaning in the doorway and watching his little sister laying on the floor trying to coax Jinx out from under the bed.
"What did I say about the cat?"
"Leave it alone." Colette repeated crawling closer to the bed and renewing her attempts to get the kitten.
"And what are you doing?"
"Not leaving it alone."
"What are you supposed to be doing?"
Colette sat up on her knees with a huff and turned to him, pouting.
"Homework." She whined.
"Come on, don't make me play the bad guy here, I'll make you a deal, if you finish you homework I'll take you to go get ice cream."
"Deal!"
"That's not homework."
Colette let out a squeal, shooting Plagg an innocent look as she threw her hands over the page of her sketchbook in an attempt to hide what he'd already seen from over her shoulder.
"I hate homework." She folded her arms across her chest and glared down at her sketchbook. "So do I kid, but I still need to do it. Looks like I'm the only one who gets ice cream,"
She continued to glare at her sketchbook. "Maman says that you shouldn't be allowed to go to school and that you're wasting your time."
"Well I don't care what mom says. Never have. Never will."
"She says you should care." Colette stared at her sketchbook, picking her pencil back up.
"And I said you should finish your homework before mom finds out I let you draw all day long and she gets mad at both of us." Plagg reached over her shoulder and closed the sketchbook, lifting it over Colrtte's head as she tried to reach for it.
"Homework.'
"Fine."
"Good. I'm watching you." Plagg warned. Moving to sit on the couch with his sister's stolen sketchbook. Ignoring the book he pushed under the couch with the heel of his sneaker, trying to recue his phone. Dragging the cell phone out from the couch covering the screen with his foot and silently praying that when he looked at it he wouldn't want to throw it at the wall.
Two more missed calls from his mom, which he ignored. What made him stop short was a missed call from a number that he recognized even when his Caller ID didn't attach a number to a name. He'd memorized this number for one sole purpose to block the number if he ever saw it again. He blocked the number without a second thought.
Come hell or high water he wouldn't talk to him. His father wasn't worth the waste of breath, he had absolutely nothing to say to that man. He tossed his phone away from him it bounced off the couch and hit the wall with a thud. Colette screamed and jumped at the sound, turning around in her chair to stare at him.
So much for not throwing it at the wall.
"Well I was going to ask you how your day went, but I think that demonstration was enough of an answer." Adrien's tone was annoyingly casual as he closed he the door behind him. Plagg scoffed and turned to stare at the wall.
"He's in a mood." Colette told Adrien from her place at the table. "He took my sketchbook." she complained to Adrien hoping to gain sympathy from him. "She won't do her homework. It was either take her sketchbook or tie her to the chair so that she would stay out of my room and leave my cat alone."
"She's cute and fluffy!" Colette protested.
"She's also the devil," Plagg retaliated. "Speaking of, I swear if that's mom I'm going to throw my phone in a wood chipper."
"We don't have one of those." Adrien said.
"I'll find one." Plagg hissed through his teeth as he picked up the phone.
It wasn't his mom.
"Yeah, I'll be there in thirty minutes."
Colette jumped up from his chair at those words. "Where are you going? Can I come."
"No."
Sabrina Raincomprix looked up from the receptionist desk and waved a hand in the direction of her father's office as she picked up the phone.
Plagg didn't really have much of an opinion of Sabrina aside from the fact that he found her mildly annoying but that could have been judgement left over from when she had been inseparable from Chloé Bourgeois and Plagg's first impression of Sabrina had- regrettably- been when Chloé had tried- and failed- to quote "set them up" when she and Adrien had been "dating" an idea that had clearly been rejected from the start by both him and Sabrina; the two of them had been forced to interact at one of Chloé's parties where he'd endured listening to her complain about how awful Chloé treated her.
Plagg had withheld his comment on how she clearly had poor judgement in friends so maybe Cholé couldn't have been entirely to blame for the fact that Sabrina took the poor treatment without a fight- Plagg and Adrien hadn't gone to the same school until college but he'd been around Chloé enough when she attached herself to Adrien and had heard plenty of stories from Adrien and Marinette to get a good sense of the girl's snobby behavior. So when the blonde had the "fantastic" idea to get him and Sabrina together. The response had been a complete and resounding 'No'. Plagg didn't hate Sabrina but he didn't necessarily like her either. He did have to give the girl points for at least growing out of the pumpkin-orange hair dye phase; what on earth that mess had been he didn't want to know, at least with the strawberry-blonde coloring he could look at her without his eyes hurting.
He knocked on the door and squinted into the frosted glass window before he pushed the door open. Whatever his opinion of Sabrina was. His opinion of Sabrina's father was the exact and complete opposite. Roger Raincomprix had been the Chief of Police for over thirty years and live, slept and breathed the phrase "innocent until proven guilty". Which is why Plagg could sense the interagation coming from a mile away.
"You wanted to see me?"
"I did. Have a seat."
Plagg didn't move.
Roger cleared his throat and merely continued. "You haven't been in the forensics department at all this week."
"I've been busy."
"With?"
"Family issues, they got the court involved-"
Roger leaned forwards over the desk, the picture of seriousness. "Kid, if you've gotten yourself into trouble again-"
"No, it's my sister, I'm not involved in it this time at least not with the court." Roger leaned back in his chair again seemingly satisfied with response.
"I see... and how exactly do you feel about the situation?"
"Offering my opinion would be considered a conflict of interest."
"Then consider the rest of our conversation off of the record."
"It's not my decision. I'm involving myself as little as possible."
"You are aware that the court could find neither of the parents capable of taking care of your sister and could rule to have her placed in foster care until she is a legal adult."
"That thought did cross my mind, but with all due respect, Sir I didn't come here to discuss this with you."
"You're dismissed then."
Plagg turned to leave.
"Just promise me you won't get into trouble over this, Kid."
"No promises Chief."
