The ride back to school was uneventful, aside from Wayzz giving him the silent treatment. Though, truthfully, Plagg couldn't tell if Wayzz was actually giving him the silent treatment, or was just...meditating or something.
Fu had left Wayzz with some seriously weird habits.
Once they'd reached the building and everyone was settled in their seats, Plagg still didn't head back to Adrien. Even though it was still another hour or so until the meeting, Plagg knew that if he gave into temptation and left, he likely wouldn't make it back.
He awoke to a paw prodding him. Cracking open an eye, he smirked when Trixx's face swam into view, familiar and mischievous.
"Hey, Red. How's it going?"
"Oh, I'd say it's going pretty well." Trixx's bushy tail flicked back and forth in amusement. "Thanks for the stop over, by the way. Alya is torn between concern for Chat and smug satisfaction at having gotten the only interview with the mysterious Chat Noire."
"Glad I could help." Plagg sat up, stretching. "Can you make sure some of those pictures find their way to Ladybug? I talked her into swinging by so she could recreate the suit later."
"Recreate it?" Trixx's cocked an eyebrow inquisitively.
"Not actually, I don't think." Pagg squinted, trying to recall some of the rapid-fire impressions that had bombarded him a random intervals throughout the evening. "There were a lot of neurons firing off at once. A Chat Noire doll to go in her collection. Mutterings about mandarin collars and hemlines. Some kind of choker with a bell on it?" Plagg pulled a face. "So much girly crap. I quit listening, really."
"Confused you, didn't it?" Tikki smirked as she drifted over to rest next to him.
"I could have lived quite happily never knowing what tulle was." Plagg grumbled, crossing his arms and turning away from Tikki's amused gaze. However, his traitorous tail snuck off, winding affectionately around his partner. Plagg frowned harder when Trixx joined Tikki in giggling.
"It's okay," Trixx's tone tried for soothing...and failed miserably. "Half the time I'm not sure what language Alya is actually speaking. She stares at these little...glyphs, on her screen and then asks me if I can see the error. The best I can tell her is 'Well, it's not Chinese.'"
Plagg snorted.
"It was the same with Marinette at first." Tikki replied happily. "I've actually learned quite a bit from her, and it's been wonderful watching her work improve over the years."
"You both are disgusting." Plagg sneered.
"You three are ridiculous." Pollen, who was hovering by Wayzz, rolled her eyes expressively. "I was the one who had to sit there listening to Chloe's phone practically buzz itself apart during dinner."
"When Nino got home," Wayzz commented, finishing up a tiny paper crane and setting it aside, "he saw his phone and started cussing."
Plagg laughed. "How many from Adrien?"
"Six missed calls and ten text messages." Wayzz said with a small smile. "Now, can we begin the meeting?"
"Oh my gods-" Plagg started to whine,
"-Yes?" Piped up four other voices simultaneously.
"...I hate you all." Plagg muttered, disgusted. "Seriously. Do we have to do this shit every time?"
"Probably." Trixx chirped. "But what 'shit' did you mean, specifically? The lame and obvious quips or having a meeting?"
"Yes." Plagg nodded.
