Toi et Moi

Episode 4

Leaning against the kitchen counter, I watch as Aunt Claire fumbles with her purse. "I'm going to drop Madeleine off at her friend's house on my way, so you'll have the apartment to yourself until tomorrow," She turns to me and furrows her brows. "I still have time to make you a little something, you know, for later—"

"Its fine, Aunt Claire," I interrupt her and smile awkwardly. "You'll be late if you don't leave now."

Looking at her watch, she groans lightly. "You're right," she sighs out before quickly slipping on her shoes, "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call, okay?" her blue eyes look at me earnestly and, even though she's fussing, I feel a little happy she actually cares that much for me.

I nod silently and Aunt Claire stares at me another moment before nodding her head as she looks away. Glancing at her watch again, she frowns and hurriedly rushes to the door and Madeleine gives me a high five before shouting "goodbye" as she follows behind her.

Now alone, I slump against the counter and rub the back of my neck with a sigh. Aunt Claire tries her best to be there, but not in the way, at the same time. Though, at least compared to when she first took me in, she's calmed down with the worrying and understands that I prefer being alone.

Caught up in my thoughts, I flinch when Blann lands on the top of my head. "Evan!" he squeaks happily as he nestles down in my hair, "what do you want to do today?"

Remaining silent as I shrug my shoulders, I take a deep breath and push away from the counter. "I was thinking of maybe heading to Trocadéro later and taking some pictures of the fountain," I offer and shrug halfheartedly, "but, I don't know..."

"That sounds great!" Blann cries out happily before looking at the fridge. "Can we eat first?"

I shrug. "I guess. I don't really care."

"That's great! We have strawberries, right?" Blann doesn't wait for an answer and zips to the fridge.

Letting him get what he wants, I step into the living room and sit down on the couch. Not bothering with the TV, I slump down and stifle a yawn.

Blann flies out of the kitchen a moment later with a case full of strawberries and sits next to me. Not wasting any time, he starts eating them happily. "So, Evan," I look down at him with a raised brow, "What do you think of Ladybug?"

Not completely understanding the question, I just shrug my shoulders and look up at the ceiling. "She's a great teammate and I respect how quick she's able to come up with solutions."

He hums in thought before asking, "What about Chat Noir?"

My mouth twitches and I rub my forehead. "I think he can be a bit of an angeber—" right Blann didn't speak German—"a bit of a show-off, but..." him sneezing pops into my head and I smile, "he's cute when he sneezes."

"I see," Blann giggles as he stuffs another berry in his mouth. I ignore his giggling and close my eyes as I wait patiently for him to finish eating.

After a couple of minutes, Blann shoot up and wipes his mouth with his hand. "I'm ready!" he squeaks and zips around my head excitedly before flying up to my room. It only takes him a moment before he comes whizzing back, this time with my camera case in his hands.

Handing it to me, he slips into the pocket and looks at me expectantly.

"Okay, let's go I guess." I shrug as I turn off the TV and stand. Heading down the flights of stairs and out the back door, I double check it's locked before leaving the alley.

Seeing the crowds of people on the street, I tense and start making my way to the theatre. It would take a bit longer to walk than take the bus, but I couldn't stomach public transportation even on the best of days. Avoiding bumping into anyone, I take a calming breath and clench my fist as I force myself away from the apartment and towards Trocadéro.