Adrien hesitated. He didn't want shelter. He wanted to transform and find Ladybug so together they could find whoever had the sick idea of a joke to put him with someone who looked just like.....
who looked... just... like.... his father.
He had been working under the impression that someone had found the butterfly Miraculous and this was some new sort of Akuma. Like Climateka but more.
But this was a lot for a single Akuma, and too focused for multiple.
But a Sentimonster....
Felix.
He had wanted to believe his cousin. Again. Had wanted to believe that he had changed. That he really was sorry. For Felix's sake, for Kagami's, even for his own. He was so tired of being angry and scared of his own family. He had trusted.
But someone who looked almost exactly like someone else, knew everything about whoever they were trying to fool...? That was exactly Felix's sort of plan. He didn't know why Felix was attacking Paris - and him - like this right now. But he was going to get to the bottom of this.
He stood, rage heating his blood. Sadly it didn't do much for his legs and he almost fell immediately. It was like trying to stand on over cooked noodles. His whole world, for a moment, became trying to stay standing in his sodden dripping clothes.
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who looked... just... like.... his father.
He had been working under the impression that someone had found the butterfly Miraculous and this was some new sort of Akuma. Like Climateka but more.
But this was a lot for a single Akuma, and too focused for multiple.
But a Sentimonster....
Felix.
He had wanted to believe his cousin. Again. Had wanted to believe that he had changed. That he really was sorry. For Felix's sake, for Kagami's, even for his own. He was so tired of being angry and scared of his own family. He had trusted.
But someone who looked almost exactly like someone else, knew everything about whoever they were trying to fool...? That was exactly Felix's sort of plan. He didn't know why Felix was attacking Paris - and him - like this right now. But he was going to get to the bottom of this.
He stood, rage heating his blood. Sadly it didn't do much for his legs and he almost fell immediately. It was like trying to stand on over cooked noodles. His whole world, for a moment, became trying to stay standing in his sodden dripping clothes.