[ THAT SURE IS A ROLLERCOASTER OF EMOTIONS BEING RIDDEN RIGHT NOW.
of course, there is the adrien is back!!!!!!! high that comes with his name popping up on her cerevice after his (impossibly long) three day absence. this has her clutching the device to her chest and rolling around on her bed in utter happiness, her "adrien♥" squeal giving tikki just enough warning to buzz away so as to avoid being smooshed.
alas, shortly afterwards comes the crash of panic—aside the usual OMGHIADRIENWHATAREWORDS, anyway—, spawning from her two big goofs: one, marinette had completely forgot about her flood of texts (even if she made quite a big deal over it to tikki after failing to find his device and delete them); and two, she had sent him a text as ladybug.
.........
okay, hold the phone, ... er, literally. a thorough reading of his short message and a brief consultation (read: pep rally) from tikki has her 99% positive that her secret is still safe, so here she goes crafting a totally calm and collected (only not really) response from her alter ego: ]
Hello Adrien. Actually, I've been watching over you and Marinette for a while now. (:|:)~⋆ Thanks for updating me! I'm relieved to know that you're not in any danger. Let me know if there is anything I c|
[ the incoming call interrupts her, finger punching the answer button before she can fully register what just happened.
... so, yeah. here she is, her message replaced with—
ADRIEN AGRESTE 📞 CONNECTED 0:01
—which she stares at for a few good seconds before tikki helps aid in her realization: she should probably say hello.
... only she kinda missed some critical information with that blunder, namely in the form of who did he actually call? who should she answer as?? who is he expecting to chat with???
text & voice. ... this is a trainwreck oh my god.
of course, there is the adrien is back!!!!!!! high that comes with his name popping up on her cerevice after his (impossibly long) three day absence. this has her clutching the device to her chest and rolling around on her bed in utter happiness, her "adrien♥" squeal giving tikki just enough warning to buzz away so as to avoid being smooshed.
alas, shortly afterwards comes the crash of panic—aside the usual OMGHIADRIENWHATAREWORDS, anyway—, spawning from her two big goofs: one, marinette had completely forgot about her flood of texts (even if she made quite a big deal over it to tikki after failing to find his device and delete them); and two, she had sent him a text as ladybug.
.........
okay, hold the phone, ... er, literally. a thorough reading of his short message and a brief consultation (read: pep rally) from tikki has her 99% positive that her secret is still safe, so here she goes crafting a totally calm and collected (only not really) response from her alter ego: ]
Hello Adrien.
Actually, I've been watching over you and Marinette for a while now. (:|:)~⋆
Thanks for updating me! I'm relieved to know that you're not in any danger.
Let me know if there is anything I c|
[ the incoming call interrupts her, finger punching the answer button before she can fully register what just happened.
... so, yeah. here she is, her message replaced with—
📞 CONNECTED 0:01
—which she stares at for a few good seconds before tikki helps aid in her realization: she should probably say hello.
... only she kinda missed some critical information with that blunder, namely in the form of who did he actually call? who should she answer as?? who is he expecting to chat with???
shiiit. ]