Natural Flirt | Cat Noir/Adrien Agreste x OC | MLB

ch. cinquante-et-un

On a fine night, somewhere on a roof. Tikki is sitting on a chimney, holding a marker. Plagg approaches her while holding a cheese. And Roaar flew towards them with a small notepad in his tiny hands.

"Hey, Sugarcube! Hey Starfire!" The cat kwami greeted the two.

"Ugh. I've already told not to call me that. Do you ever hear me calling you 'Stinky Sock'?" The red kwami complained while the tiger kwami just chuckled.

"I like my nickname."

"See, Starfire gets me." Tikki just groaned as she flew ahead.

The two feline creatures are following right behind her.

"So, what lies did you two tell your owner in order to sneak out tonight?" The black kwami asked.

"Actually, I just told her the honest truth." The red kwami answered.

"Same. My owner's pretty chill about it, saying that I shouldn't worry with her all alone." The purple kwami giggled.

Admiring Dynila in his mind as he said that.

"Oh? Maybe I should try that someday, see what it's like." The cat kwami said as he ate the camembert that he was supposed go bring to the other kwamis.

"Plagg! You should've saved some for the others." The ladybug kwami scolded.

"True, but I was so grossed out by your kindness that it made me really hungry." Plagg answered, the argument was making the tiger kwami chuckle.

They've always been like that ever since, is what he thought as the red kwami groaned and sighed.

"I hope we can get in contact with Nooroo..." She solemnly said, worried about their friend.

"So do I." The cat kwami replied, a tear was running through his cheek.

"Are you crying?" Roaar asked, with a frown.

He too was sad that their friend was captured, but it's so rare for the black kwami to show that he actually cares.

Plagg sniffled, "Who me? O-Of course not! Are you kidding? Come on, let's race! The last one there won't get any cheese!"

The tiny creature flew ahead as the purple and red kwami looked at each other with a smile before following right behind him.

In Dynila's bedroom where she was sleeping peacefully.

A sleeping dust passed by her head and it made her eyes flutter open.

The brunette slowly sat up, confused.

But her eyes widened when she saw that she's not in her room at the Agreste Mansion.

She was back at her family condominium in America.

Specifically in her room instead.

"Uhm... Mom? Dad?" She tried to call and whipped her head, only to see that she's in their living room.

"Ms. Helga?" The brunette turned around in panic, seeing no one.

Seeing that she's already out of their condominium, where she expected press and fans are swarming.

But instead, the city was isolated.

"Everyone...?" Dynila began to be frantic.

But whenever she moves or turn around, everything changes and everything stays.

Her surroundings changes, the place changes.

And yet it stayed isolated, it stayed being occupied by no one.