1x1 w/ ruishi

[skinklegs]

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private role play between ruishi and myself!

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[skinklegs]

A sort of tentative calm settled over the city. People stood nearby on sidewalks and behind parked cars, peering at the two children positioned smack in the middle of the barren street. No one made a sound. Oftentimes there would be cheers, but today there were none; there was just a sort of tense silence shared between everyone who observed.

Ladybug swiftly placed her yo-yo back on her hip and whirled around. On the pavement behind her sat Adrien Agreste.

There was really no easing into that.

Adrien was there. He had kind of come out of nowhere. One moment, Ladybug had been dodging an onslaught of automobile projectiles, and the next, she was flat on the ground, underneath a very distressed-looking Adrien. What he was doing there, why he launched himself into the middle of the battle when she clearly had it all under control and was definitely not going to be crushed by any flying vehicles; those were all questions poised on the tip of her tongue. Then she saw him gingerly holding his knee, a long gash ripped in the denim of his jeans, and well, she sort of forgot how to be angry.

Instead, she came scampering to his side and fell onto her knees next to him. She hover-handed awkwardly over his general shape, afraid that if she did indeed touch him he would crumble. She opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again and finally managed to speak.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "Can you stand up?"

She still wondered, in the back of her mind, where he had come from, and why in the world Chat Noir had never come back to help her instead. She would most assuredly be having words with him about that later. But Adrien was more important to her right now. At least she knew Chat was alright, wherever he had disappeared to.

[aerilax]

Wow, this hurts like hell.

...is the first thing Adrien Agreste thinks when he crashes into Ladybug, his knee scraping the concrete road at high velocity as he shields her with his body.

Which didn't really make sense, because pain isn't instantaneous, it's complex and volatile but if the brain controls all pain receptors does it mean that he could just think it away-

Suddenly he hears a soft voice calling him, and he snaps out of his daze to focus his gaze on a very concerned Ladybug crouched next to him. Instantly, the reality of the situation they were in comes crashing onto Adrien, and god, he just tried to help his crush out and it backfired badly. He probably looked like such an idiot now.

Staring blankly at someone who was probably waiting for an answer, Adrien cleared his throat.
"U-um, yeah, I'm fine, I'm alright. I'm sorry for that. Sorry. For getting in your way, I meant." Trying to show Ladybug that he wasn't injured, he attempted to get up, and winced in pain almost instantly, sinking back to the ground. Now his stinging leg was beginning to bleed profusely.

Wearing the Chat Noir costume would really suck with this gash. Wait, Chat Noir? Oh god, I hope Ladybug doesn't realize that Chat Noir conveniently wasn't there when I was there.

[skinklegs]

Adrien rapid-fired a few words that she, on a conscious level, recognized as being words, but at the moment, that's about where her comprehension ended. They just rolled in one ear and straight out the other before she had a chance to take them in. Then, as he was still almost-speaking to her, he did what was probably the exact opposite of what he should have done: try to stand up. All Ladybug managed in protest was a startled "oh—!" before he crumpled back to the ground in defeat.

She reached for his shoulders to help ease him back down. And when he was—down, that is—she just sort of forgot how to let go. Adrien was there and he was hurt and he had been trying to help her and where did he come from? It didn't matter. Poor Adrien! Ladybug bit the inside of her cheek, wishing her weird magic ladybug cascade could fix more than just property damage.

"Walking on it will make it worse," she said, sounding a lot calmer than she felt. Ladybug, who, unlike an unrelated Marinette Dupain-Cheng, wasn't one to panic, was panicking just a tiny bit, and only partly because she had an arm around Adrien. What were they going to do? Did he need to go to the hospital? Probably not. Looking at it, it was just a particularly nasty skinned knee. It would need washed and covered, but stitches wouldn't do any good. The best thing to do, she thought, was to just take him home.

Oh dear. Oh no.

Home.

Gabriel Agreste was at home. At Adrien's home. That was Adrien's dad. Oh no. What if he was angry at her for letting his son get hurt? She quickly pushed that thought aside. The most important thing was to get Adrien somewhere safe, never mind the talking-to she may or may not receive when they got there.

Trying hard to keep her voice level and soft, she added: "I can take you home. You can lean on me if you want to, or I can"—she hesitated a moment—"carry you."

Eek.