Ladybug yawned, and snuggled closer to her partner. "You have got to stop texting me weird stuff so late at night, Chaton."
"Hey, this time I waited until I got up in the morning," he replied, nudging her with his elbow and looking affronted.
She lifted her head from his shoulder to stare at him incredulously. "Chat, it was four o'clock in the morning!"
"Oh." He had the grace to look sheepish. "Sorry. Sunrise photoshoot."
"Ugh." She dropped her head back to his shoulder with a grimace. "Tell your dad that he can do the next sunrise shoot. You need the sleep and so do I."
"Ha! I don't think that would go over too well." He scoffed at the idea of having that conversation with his dad, then remembered what had started this conversation to begin with and jostled her with his shoulder. "It was funny though, right?"
She scrunched her face in confusion. "What, the photoshoot?"
"No no, the text."
"Oh. That."
"Hilarious, right?"
She lifted her head to look at him again, this time with a scowl. "The picture of an anthropomorphic black cat dressed as Ladybug?" She asked flatly. At his nod, she raised a brow. "Mildly amusing? Yes. Worth waking me at 4 am on my day off? No."
He winced. "Were you at least able to go back to sleep?"
"No. But since I couldn't sleep, I decided to get up and make this for you." She fumbled behind them for a moment, pulled a small plush toy from her bag, and pushed into his hands with a wide smile.
"You—you made this? For me?" It was made like an old fashioned teddy bear, hinged at the shoulders and hips to be positionable, but instead of a bear, it was a black cat dressed in a red-spotted suit. "It's incredible!"
She pinkened, and then smirked. "I'm glad you like it. But, maybe don't text me until actual morning next time. I can't promise to be so benevolent, if you wake me up that early for anything other than an emergency."
He hugged the plush to his chest, smiling happily. "Deal."