fluffy-robotics liked for a starter (still accepting)!
“–You’re on my turf, pooch.”
Oh, he’d felt it even before he’d seen the guy - he was definitely some kind of... dog. Adrien was fine with dogs, but fusing with his feline kwami to become Chat Noir left him with quite a different taste in domestic pets. Instinct was a curious thing - the distaste could stem from pure vanity, but Adrien hated his job far too much to preen at himself. No, he just hated dogs because... well, because.
He felt very uneasy, but hid it well behind cold green eyes and an defensive stance. Perhaps his hair was a little fluffier than normal; pupils a little more dilated. He sure hoped this guy wasn’t another new Parisian hero he’d be expected to get along with - in Plagg and Chat Noir’s book, the sooner he left, the better!
