Ladybug landed unsteadily next to Chait Noir, blinking blearily as she hooked her yoyo at her hip. "Hell—OH!" She yawned widely, and squinted at her partner. "Hello, Chaton."
"Hello, my lady." His eyes skated over her slumped shoulders and drooping lids with concern. "Are you alright?"
"What? Oh, I'm fine." She yawned again, swaying on her feet, and he steadied her with a hand at her elbow. "Just a little tired, is all."
His frown deepened. "'Just a little tired', my lady? You're falling asleep on your feet!"
"I'm not!" She rubbed her eyes absently, looking very much like a sleepy toddler, and blinked up at him. "Why is it so foggy?"
Chat looked at the city spread below them, bathed in the soft light of the moon. It was a crisp, clear evening without even a wisp of cloud or fog to be seen. He crossed his arms over his chest, and leveled a disapproving glare at his partner. "Ladybug."
Oblivious to his disapproval, she tipped forward to lean her head on his shoulder, and slipped her arms around his waist. "Hmm?"
He raised his arms out of the way in surprise, allowing her head to rest on his chest. He shook his head, and put his hands on her shoulders. "I can handle patrol on my own tonight."
"Uhm-mmm." She nuzzled her face against his chest, and tightened her arms at his waist. "No. Don' wanna patrol."
Chat sighed, and moved his arms to circle her shoulders, holding her tenderly. "You're already more than half asleep, aren't you?"
His only answer was a soft snore.
He snickered, and decided that their patrol was a wash for the night. He scooped her up bridal-style, and moved to sit against one of the chimneys with her cradled in his lap. It was certain that he'd end up losing feeling in his ass and his legs, and he would be painfully stiff by the time she woke, but he didn't much care at this point. He tucked her head into his neck, leaned his own head back against the brick of the chimney, and allowed himself to doze off—with a smile on his face.