Closed starter for @coccinellea
You always come to check on me. Why? That’s how this had all started. The weekend had been a time of charged revelations and clumsy missteps, and before there had been much time to process it all it had been over. Chat Noir knew that they couldn’t keep meeting like that every night, even if it was a perfectly pleasant way to pass the time. His schedule wouldn’t allow it and -- well, he wasn’t certain what kind of schedule she had. But he wanted to keep talking. Which is why he’d provided Ladybug with a fresh prepaid phone and a scribbled number to another that he used, occasionally.
They always had a few of these things lying around at home for business purposes, and Adrien used them more than once when using his personal phone was unwise. It was his father who had decided when it was unwise, but even he couldn’t discount the possibility of stalkers in his line of work.
[TEXT] Good morning. :33 (5:47 AM)
That was how Chat Noir Adrien Agreste outed himself as a morning person. Then he’d wondered if he did something wrong for half an hour gone about his business like normal because he had a schedule to keep. The phone ended up, regrettably and to his frustration, out of reach and mind for the rest of the morning leading up to his classes. It was only once he’d been ferried from the morning’s shoot to school that he remembered the extra phone he had in his bag, and fished it out to check the messages. But he was interrupted before he could hit the power button. Nino had come up alongside him and asked him if his father was freaking out about stalkers again.
Adrien laughed lightly as they entered the classroom. The phone slipped from his fingers back into his bag as they took their seats. “Not today,” he said, “my other phone is loaded with stuff to keep me on track, so sometimes using these to talk is easier.” This was perfectly true, even if it wasn’t why he was carrying this one today. But even though he knew it was a bad idea to let himself get distracted by the extra phone, he rapidly found himself tormented by phantom vibrations issuing from his bag, and the sudden slowing of time that always comes with wanting to do anything but what’s actually at hand.
