Upon his previous phrase, the girls discarded their road toys and bolted onto Chat Noir. Once again, he became a cushion between them and the road. They didn't bounce on him, but they did wiggle about until they were directly in his line of vision.

"Ice cream!" cried the twins in perfect harmony.

Chat tilted his head, a sly grin forming on his face as they chanted, "Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!"

"Okay. Just give me a minute."

Both girls froze, and once again shared a look to one another. They looked back to him with the strangest of expressions but made no move to get off him. And somehow… a nervous bead of sweat formed on Chat Noir.

"Cat's honor," he placed a gloved hand on his neck because the girls were seated on his chest, "We're going to get some ice cream…"

They blinked down at him, peering into his verdant eyes and searching for something he couldn't decipher. It would have been unnerving, if Chat wasn't used to people staring at him for the better half of his life. Except… this was as much scrutiny as those reporters gave him…

"As long as you get off me first…" he continued, unable to stop the deep inhale he had to take.

The pink-clothed girl leaned into his face, "You're not very good at taking care of children… are you Mister Chat Noir?"

The identical child scooted near his thighs and she put in her piece, "I don't think so either."

Chat's brows met, and he tried to look deeply offended, but he didn't hide the ever present curiosity, "That's strange… I thought I was good with kids…"

He pulled the girls into his arms so that he could sit up. But they didn't sit still… not at all. The teal twin struggled in his arms and leaped out, while the pink clothed one climbed onto his shoulder and whispered in his cat ear with a soft voice.

"Can I have a piggy-back ride?"

Her sister's eyes widened, and she jumped on the spot, "Me too! I want a piggy back ride!"

Chat nodded, and replied in a whisper as well, "Of course. But one at a time all-right?"

The girls nodded, but neither made the first move. Chat adjusted his body while he stood so that the girl on his shoulder could climb onto his back, and she did. But her twin folded her arms, and stared at the ground with such distaste that Chat pitied it.

The standing twin stomped her foot and protested loudly, "I want the piggy back ride!"

Chat opened his mouth, but the twin on his back beat him to it, "No way! I asked first!"

The girl responded by stomping her feet again, "But I'm older than you!"

"So what?"

"Hey Ella… or Etta…" Chat frowned at the entire situation, "I'm not even sure which is which…"

The girls ignored him, and they continued their little yet loud shouting match. But he was right smack in the middle, because one twin had decided squeeze his body while the other had grabbed his hand.

Chat's eyes widened and he lifted his free hand in an attempt to calm them both, "Girls… There's no need to…"

And his breathing was cut off when the pink twin squeezed his neck, "He's mine!"

And when the second twin tugged him, Chat suddenly had a newfound respect for their big sister Alya. If she could deal with them… why can't he? But when he felt as though either his arm would be pulled off, or he would stop breathing… maybe this little setback would need some more attention...

Chat stiffened his body, but his bad luck stepped in when the pulling girl's grip was lost and she tumbled onto the floor. She didn't allow Chat to react before she began to wail… and scream and kick at everything in her vicinity.

The twin on Chat's back stiffened, and latched onto him tighter. But she remained silent...

Chat swallowed the pain, "That's a… um… choking grip you got…"

He felt her wince, then she whispered an apology. He didn't expect her to jump down and stand at his side while looking at the ground. But at least one good thing happened because of that- the screaming twin was smiling again.

Chat turned to… Was it Ella or Etta? Chat wasn't sure… But he was pretty sure now was the wrong time to mistake them. But at the same time, he couldn't just keep calling them Pink and Teal. Chat mentally pursed his lips, he needed better nicknames. No… he needed a better idea to help with the twins!

And somehow, Chat was gifted with what he believed to be a brilliant idea. Why not fix both his problems at the same time? And that meant… distraction… preferably with a play on words.

By the time Chat had formulated his quick idea, the twins were beside each other, and down each other's throats. Words flew and Chat knew that if he didn't do something, fists would fly as well. So the superhero strode up to them, and planted his feet firmly in front of them. They barely acknowledged him with only a glance.

Chat took a deep breath, and pointed to the pink wearing twin, "I'm gonna call you Stinkie."

Both sisters stopped their bickering and gasped. They slowly turned their bodies and gazed at him with open mouths. But amidst their surprise, tiny speckles of something curious shimmered in their eyes when they stared at the superhero.

Chat grinned, knowing he got their attention, "And you… I'll call Stealie!"

One beat of silence. One look shared between twins. One bolt of panic shooting through the boy.