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Feb. 8th, 2020 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
norakwamiIf you give a cat a croissant...
He'll ask for some chocolat chaud is how the story should go. Chocolat chaud, some whipped cream to top it, a napkin to wipe the whipped cream moustache off his face, the use of the sink to clean the napkin because it's a one-of-a-kind Marinette Dupain-Cheng original and he'd hate to soil it even though Marinette insists that "Chat, I whipped that together from a bit of scrap fabric it's not a big deal!"
He's not supposed to quietly accept the croissant and pick at it with sharp claws, mind thousands of kilometers away from Marinette's balcony.
He's not supposed to startle violently when she places her hand on his shoulder, either, but he does. She freezes, watching as he shies away from her, curls in on himself impossibly further than he already had been.
"Minou?" she whispers, even though that's Ladybug's nickname for him. It's testament to how distracted he is that he doesn't even register its use, just stares at her with pupils blown wide and round and cat ears flattened against his unusually dull hair. His claws dig into the croissant. Behind him, his tail lashes.
"My father is Hawkmoth," he finally says, softly, as though voicing it makes it more real to him. He stiffens as she gathers him to her, and she can feel the agitated rumble of his purr now.
The croissant falls to the deck, forgotten.
He'll ask for some chocolat chaud is how the story should go. Chocolat chaud, some whipped cream to top it, a napkin to wipe the whipped cream moustache off his face, the use of the sink to clean the napkin because it's a one-of-a-kind Marinette Dupain-Cheng original and he'd hate to soil it even though Marinette insists that "Chat, I whipped that together from a bit of scrap fabric it's not a big deal!"
He's not supposed to quietly accept the croissant and pick at it with sharp claws, mind thousands of kilometers away from Marinette's balcony.
He's not supposed to startle violently when she places her hand on his shoulder, either, but he does. She freezes, watching as he shies away from her, curls in on himself impossibly further than he already had been.
"Minou?" she whispers, even though that's Ladybug's nickname for him. It's testament to how distracted he is that he doesn't even register its use, just stares at her with pupils blown wide and round and cat ears flattened against his unusually dull hair. His claws dig into the croissant. Behind him, his tail lashes.
"My father is Hawkmoth," he finally says, softly, as though voicing it makes it more real to him. He stiffens as she gathers him to her, and she can feel the agitated rumble of his purr now.
The croissant falls to the deck, forgotten.
