"I wish you would be more like me, Adrien," his father said, before walking out of the room. More like him? Adrien wanted to be his own person!
As always, his father left before Adrien could put in a word. Plagg floated up to Adrien, with his sock night-cap on his head. "What was that about? You okay?"
"I wish Father would appericate my talents," Adrien sighed. "I don't want to be a designer." "So, what are you going to do about it?" Plagg challenged, and Adrien stroked his chin thinking.
"But maybe...if I dress like Father, act like him, even wear the same hairstyle has him, maybe he'll get sick of me copying him and forget what he said!" "Now your talking! Now, where's my cheese?"
Adrien felt stiff and starchy as he wandered down to breakfast, sighing about his hair. It had taken an hour to style it like Father's. Was he regretting making this decision? No, Adrien was going to show him whose boss.
"Good morning-" Nathalie nearly spat out her coffee as Adrien strode, (not walked) into the room. "Good morning, Nathalie." Ugh, his greeting was as stiff as his clothes!
Father was at the stove, and turned showing surprise on his face at Adrien's choice of wardrobe. Adrien kept a poker face.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Father asked. "Nope, you said you wanted me to be like you, so here we are!"
Father straightened up. Oh, no. Adrien didn't want to be in trouble. "Adrien, you forget there is only one Gabriel Agreste. Go change."
"Yes, Father," Adrien said, meekly and backed out of the room.
Safely out of earshot, Adrien did a whoop in his room, tearing off the hated clothes. "I'm more into black leather anyway," Adrien shot finger guns in the mirror and grinned. "Hello, Bugaboo!"
With that, Adrien transformed and leaped out of the window, thankful for the freedom he had.