If by the end of day one Adrien was pretty sure that Kagami was Ladybug, then by the end of day two, he was almost convinced. She was a force to be reckoned with. Her colleagues admired her. Those who slacked at their job feared her. Adrien felt he had a long way to go to even think about reaching Kagami's level of dedication and skill. Perfect description of his Ladybug. The only thing left was to match what little details she let slip online to the real person: Ladybug could draw well enough to agree to edit Gabriel's sketches, and one of her best friends was a dance instructor. Neither one Adrien could confirm for Kagami yet. He didn't despair, though. With time he would succeed.
Chat Noir: I bet your day today was just as lovely as you are, my Lady.
Ladybug: LOL And what would you know about my beauty, Chat? For all you know, I can be that old, bearded dude from the accounting department.
Chat Noir: Le Gasp! My Lady, beards are sexy. I've been considering getting one myself.
Ladybug: Well-looked after and trimmed beards are sexy. The guy from the accounting department doesn't know the meaning of either.
Chat Noir: Then you cannot be him. Even your words are fashionable, my Lady. I bet your beauty knows no bounds, and men drop by your feet with confessions of love on a daily basis.
Ladybug: And I bet you are a local Casanova whose sweet tongue and, possibly, easy on the eyes looks earned him a girl or two on his arms at any given time.
Chat Noir: You mocking me, aren't you?
Ladybug: I'm making assumptions based on how you talk. Just like you do. What? I'm wrong?
Chat Noir: Yes. Severely. I've never been even kissed. Or dated. Or in love. Been too busy for that.
Ladybug: Accept my condolences.
Chat Noir: You're still mocking me.
Ladybug: Not at all. I really am sorry. It must feel awful to have never fallen in love.
Chat Noir: Have you ever been in love?
Ladybug: Yes. But that's all I'm telling you.
Chat Noir: Then maybe instead you can finally tell me how did your day go?
Ladybug: it was lovely. Thank you for asking. Yours?
Chat Noir: Pretty well. How is your baby? Taught him something new today?
Ladybug: XD Her and yes. She's a quick learner.
Adrien frowned. Either he's on the wrong track or Ladybug was trying to throw him off her trail. Which was a more plausible explanation because from all the conversations they've had so far, keeping her identity a secret was Ladybug's top priority and she'd already let quite a lot slip. He wouldn't put it past her at this point to throw him a few fake facts to prevent any possible reveals.
Ladybug: So, about our mission. I thought about it and I think that reworking designs and anonymously surveying Gabriel's design department only should be the way to go. We won't be leaking anything outside of the company since our designers had seen all the designs already at some stage. And we'll show M Agreste that there are more people than just us who think his choices are ridiculous. This is the only way I can think of how to do this without risking losing our jobs.
Chat Noir: I like your plan, my Lady. So, all we need now are the actual designs?
Ladybug: Yeah. And there is no way I can get them.
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Dance with Me, Chaton
RomanceAdrien had always been an obedient son, allowing his Father to manipulate him every which way. Once an adult, Adrien isn't sure any more he wants to remain locked in his gilded cage as a brave stranger defying his father's authority catches his atte...