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"Is this some kind of publicity stunt?" one official muttered, adjusting his glasses.
"Who keeps pulling these tricks? We have a serious schedule to stick to!"
Chat Noir, perched on a nearby lamppost, observed his pièce de résistance proudly before being rudely tangled up by his lovely partner's yoyo and subsequently pulled down to the cobblestone ground with a grunt.
Said lovely partner had a not-so-lovely look on her face, "Chat Noir! What have you done this time?" she facepalmed her forehead, scolding him like he did this everyday. Which- to be fair, he had been for the past three weeks.
"Just a little pre-Olympic fun, m'lady," Chat Noir grinned, unbothered by her exasperation. "I thought the Paris games could use a new mascot since they won't use me!"
“More like you’re salty they dropped you for Adrien Agreste.” Ladybug sighed, "but seriously, Chat Noir- you're the reason we're all going to be forced to use QR codes to access this area soon. Stop trying to scare off the entire committee! You're worst than #JeChieDansLaSeineLe23Juin planning to poop in the seine!"
"You better not give me any more ideas, LB" he smirked, "or I might just join in on that one, too"
"Chat!"