Dance with Me, Chaton

Animal Tendencies

Adrien was going to kill Plagg for forgetting to mention that his wonderful medicinal tea had a severe side effect. He woke up just before sunrise. His skin slightly prickled. A couple of hours later his whole body was on fire, burning, itching for a touch, and no matter what Adrien did, nothing helped. Showers and baths relieved pain for a maximum of ten minutes. An anti-itch ointment lasted half an hour at most. His own desperate scratching only made the situation worse.

He needed someone else to touch him. Someone other than him to run their fingers on his skin, get them in his hair, to caress his itch away. Adrien didn't know how he knew that, but his mind kept wishing for Ladybug to be here and save him from the agony.

Adrien: What the hell, Plagg? What was in that tea?

Plagg: Some ancient Chinese crap. Why?

Adrien: I itch all over, and it won't stop.

Plagg: Never happened to me, and I drink that stuff all the time.

Adrien: What do I do to stop it?

Plagg: How should I know? I told you, it never happened to me.

Adrien: What was inside that tea exactly? Maybe I can Google the remedy or ask at the pharmacy.

Plagg: Ugh. Kid. You're making me work. :unamused: Give me a few.

Adrien: You got me into this in the first place, so don't complain.

Plagg: Hey! Don't point your finger at me. Do you still have a cold?

Adrien paused and thought. With the itching problem, he hadn't paid attention if he was still sick. But, no. The headache was gone. So were the stuffy nose and a slight cough he'd developed just before bedtime. Weird. Apart from the driving-him-crazy itch, he was healthy.

Adrien: No. The cold is gone.

Plagg: There. See? I helped you. Your body's reaction to my help isn't my liability.

A few minutes later he added.

Plagg: My doctor said it's a rare side effect. It'll pass in up to twenty-four hours by itself. You're welcome.

Adrien: What am I supposed to do until then? It itches all over.

Plagg: Find someone to scratch the itch. :grin:

Adrien: I really hate you. I hope you know that.

Plagg: Good. I'm glad we're honest. I'll see you at eight.

Adrien: You said you were busy today.

Plagg: And so, I am. But I'll be free at eight and you don't have a cold anymore, so see you at eight. Now I must depart. My business is waiting, and it's delicious. ;)

Adrien groaned and put his phone away, dropping his head into his hands. Why did he think the treacherous glutton would help him? He was probably snickering right now, imagining the hell Adrien's been ever since this morning. Though it did get a little better as of now, so perhaps, Plagg didn't lie and this itch would pass with time. It better, because if it wouldn't, Adrien was going to hunt that devil down, tie him to a chair, and slowly eat all of his stinky cheese in front of him. He'd even pretend to enjoy it because Adrien suspected that was the only thing that could truly hurt Plagg.

He glanced at the clock, an idea popping into his mind. This was crazy, but maybe he should go to work? He'd be a little late, but it'd be a great distraction and would make this itch easier to get through. Adrien had class, after all, and would never scratch himself at a public place, and everyone knew that if you don't scratch an itch, it'd go away faster. Adrien nervously chuckled. He was insane. He knew it. But this insanity was on a genius level. He had to admit it.