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I'm re watching season 2 of miraculous ladybug and I haven't notice how many time. Ladybug use chat's bell.
It’ll be Fun: Something Shippy this way comes
@ive-been-reminding-you
Put an army in front of him, and he would charge them all on his own. Put a social event –full of stuffy men who were more concerned with the politics of war, and who sat at home comfortably while the real men fought– in front of him? That was hardly his idea of fun. Nor did he think it was hers. Though looking at her, and seeing how convinced she seemed that attending this party was a good idea, he had a hard time refusing her.
“I doubt that very much, my love. However, if you say it is necessary for us to attend, I will go.”
A well-placed hand smoothly finds its resting place over his heart. Muffled beneath all the fabric she can still sense the strength of a beating heart, his heart. Hints of a smile awakens, stirring upwards with the sense of rising hope at his acceptance of the invitation, despite his initial reluctance to attend. “I’ll tell you what. Should things turn unfavorable or dull we shall make up an excuse and take our departure early. Besides, what harm could our appearance do? Perhaps, it will instill your men’s faith in your humanity and that you can in fact, relax.” She easily promotes. In truth, she did not fancy parading around with stuffed shirts, men with less manors than a barn full of horses much less any tavern sensibilities. Yet, a part of her wants Simcoe to retain a close companionship to the men responsible for keeping them safe. Then as if to provide added incentive she breathes, “I’ll even let you pick the attire you wish to see me wear.” Naturally, Anna had supposed they would go matching. But she dare not presume too much. “What do you say to that, John?”