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No Simple Job:
Ajherogamer37: Well okay, still thanks. At least you know John Wick is a serious beast. 😈😈 Plus you can still follow along fine. Of course I will, don't worry.
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Guest: Fair enough, take it as you wish.
Adrien was beyond perplexed with Plagg this morning.
No words of complaint about ANYTHING
The tiny yet very mighty God of Destruction, continued to have a smug smirk on his black muzzle. Everytime Adrien simply glanced his way, all the young Kitten received was a white fanged showing grin.
As in the cat eat the canary, cat got cream or heaven forbid Camembert rained from the sky last night, kinda stare as acid cat green eyes locked his Kitten's emerald human green ones.
As the usual sounds of students and faculty ring through the halls, the blond can't help but feel off even more after last night.
Losing his practiced placed well composure was shameful. Or at least it would have been, if anyone but Plagg had witnessed it. After all Plagg is the one being, Adrien could be himself with. Any ugly or annoying feeling he has, the young Kitten could express to the gluttony lazy Kwami.
Getting towards the open door frame of Ms. Bustier's classroom, a smaller right hand places itself on his unknown right shoulder blade. Swirling on his orange sneakers, emerald green eyes cast a bit down to be stared into by deep mysterious sharp brown eyes he's thought a lot about.
"Oh good morning Kagami,"
Adrien gives her a soft smile. She nods in greeting, awaiting his next words.
"I'm sorry, did you need something?"
Her sharp brown eyes seem to sparkle at that. Showing him her cell phone screen. The tab open to see her texts. His emerald green eyes widen slightly in confusion. Before he can open his mouth, he feels Plagg lightly scratch his skin hiding a wince behind a nod at her instead.
"Oh that right! Yes, I do need to talk you. Can we talk during lunch?"
She gives him a once over, her sharp brown eyes shine softly. Watching many of Adrien's classmates enter his homeroom.
"I would love that. We could take our lunch to the art room."
He nods smiling brightly, as she turns around with a nod over her right shoulder heading towards Ms. Mendeleiev's physics classroom.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .