"Adrien?" Adrien's father rapped on his door. Adrien quickly shoved "How to Win Your Boo with Puns" under his pillow. Ah, the things you could find on Amazon.
Gabriel entered the room, hands (as usual) clasped behind his back and a face that was chiseled like stone. "Remember, you'll be heading to your photo shoot in a half hour." Adrien sighed, holding his tongue. "Yes, father," Adrien was demure until the shoes clicking on the floor faded away.
Wait a minute. Since when did this cat hold it's tongue? "Plagg?" Adrien called. A scrambling sound coming from one of the cupboards could be heard and soon Plagg was floating above him, complete with cheese. Adrien rolled over onto his pillow, a sour look on his face. "I'm feline like a sourpuss." Plagg laughed, nearly bonking Adrien on the head with his cheese.
"Your great at modeling, kid. But puns are more your style." "Thanks," his owner's voice was muffled by the pillow. "I hate modeling. Why can't I just model for Marinette?"
"Because your father has high hopes for you," Plagg begin kneading the pillow. Okay, so Adrien liked it when his father held the hat contest, but was that because Marinette won?
Oh, he just wanted to be free like everyone else, have a hamster and a family one day. Sigh.
"Plagg?" "Yeah, kid?" "You sure have life easy." Plagg nearly choked.
"You'll get there," Plagg assured. "Now, let's put on a smile, and put on "Style" by Taylor Swift."
Adrien smiled as he removed himself from the bed. "Thanks, little buddy." Plagg held up a hunk of cheese. "That's what cheese is for."