[ he should've started with that. he forgets his manners when he's too busy thinking about how he's supposed to tell someone about his pleather (that's plagg-leather) wearing habits. adrien wonders, idly, if this is already too obvious—it probably is, given the timing of the call and what he'd said as chat noir, but... well, that was better, if he was already committed to telling steven the truth.
okay.
it's fine. he's not sure what steven thinks of chat, nor what he thinks of adrien being chat, yet that's fine. ]
Okay. I'm calling because... I trust you, so— [ wait. that's jumping way too into it. ] —No, that's... I mean, I do, but—
[ ................... there's an exhale on his end, almost a sigh.
voice.
[ he should've started with that. he forgets his manners when he's too busy thinking about how he's supposed to tell someone about his pleather (that's plagg-leather) wearing habits. adrien wonders, idly, if this is already too obvious—it probably is, given the timing of the call and what he'd said as chat noir, but... well, that was better, if he was already committed to telling steven the truth.
okay.
it's fine. he's not sure what steven thinks of chat, nor what he thinks of adrien being chat, yet that's fine. ]
Okay. I'm calling because... I trust you, so— [ wait. that's jumping way too into it. ] —No, that's... I mean, I do, but—
[ ................... there's an exhale on his end, almost a sigh.
he's nervous. he's marinette-ing. ]
—Can I come over? If you're not busy.
[ start with that. ]