@malchaance
“Wait! Hold that pose!”
Nathanaël hadn’t meant to sound quite that demanding, especially not towards Chat Noir of all people. Chat was one of the city’s biggest heroes, not to mention one of his personal ones as well. He looked up to the feline crusader, which was why he never would have dreamed of trying to order him around. But when he rounded the corner and saw him poised to spring into action with a look of steely concentration on his face and the sunlight falling upon him just right, well, it had been too perfect for the artist in him to let it go.
Although, upon realizing what he had said his face was beginning to blossom as red as his hair.
“I-I mean, you don’t have to of course. It’s just-I was wondering…” He swallowed, hands shifting to fiddle with the strap of his bag as his gaze dropped. Might as well just ask what he was acting all weird about anyway. It wasn’t like he had anything to lose at this point.
“Would you…mind if I draw you, Chat?”
