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Despite being 120 years old, Finnick Cúlainchu still had a good memory : he remembers the day he helped this Asian middle-aged man to carry his baggage at Dublin’s port, it was 84 years ago, a Monday, it was raining… Back then, if he knew that this good deed will transform him in some magic immortal peacock-knight, well he will still have helped this man, but Finnick cannot remember when he did agree to pet-sitting.
« Paon Bleu ? Did you find Chat Noir ? »
Usually, Ladybug’s voice doesn’t annoy the Irish, in fact, he quite like Marinette sweet, smooth voice with some juvenile touch which remind him that his teammates were still teenagers, and not totally conscious of their responsibilities as miraculouses wielders, but right now… Using the phone inside his peacock-fan, he answered his, apparently, worried young friend.
« Yes, yes. I did find him. »
He hoped that his gruff tone, and his sigh, make Ladybug how much he was irritated right now. Judging by her audible gulp and his other teammates welcoming silence, she must had gotten the message.
« He’s around Montparnasse. »
« Alright. We’ll be here in 10 minutes. »
Closing his fan, Finnick turned his attention back to Chat Noir aka Adrien Agreste, member of, so-called, « Protectors of Paris », wielder of the miraculous of destruction… chasing after some butterflies on roofs. Paon Bleu cannot contain another sigh, or rather a grunt. Why this kind of thing happened every time, with every single wielder ? Of course, not all of them were so sensible to their animal nature, but, as long as Finnick can remember, Adrien was an exception. Not only Adrien, all his actual teammates, in fact. Must have something to do with their young age, what else ?
« Alright, here comes nothing… »
Jumping to the roof who separated him from Chat Noir, Paon Bleu landed graciously, using his feathers. His teammate was so focused on his moth-hunting, that he ignored Finnick entrance. This annoyed the peacock miraculous wielder even more. Crossing his arms behind his back, the Irish came closer, as discreetly as possible, until he was just behind Chat, whom was ready to jump to catch his prey, laying inside a flowerpot.
« Bouh. »
Chat reaction doesn’t disappoint him : jumping at least 5 meters, as if the Devil himself had tackled him, punctuated by a hiss-roar capable of making jealous any felines. Back arching, straight tail, dilated pupils : right now Adrien Agreste looking more like some black panther rather than human. Finnick cannot contain his chuckle.
« What the ?! What the hell is wrong with you, old man ? Do you want to kill me ? »
« Chill, chaton, it was just a harmless prank. You and your fellas always reproach me for being too much stern. »
« You nearly gave me a heart attack ! »
« Which would have never happened if you wasn’t chasing every single flying or shiny thing. »
Chat Noir blush was perfectly visible despite his mask which intensify Finnick chuckles. At this moment, he couldn’t help but agreed with Marinette statement : Adrien was, indeed, cute when he was embarrassed.
« Like this kind of thing never happened to you before… »
« Well, at least, peacocks doesn’t fell the urge to chase after everything, especially when it’s during an akuma attack. »
« Yeah, but… »
« Neither did they take a nap on other people's bed or throw away things because they want that people pay them attention. »
« It was one time… »
« Neither did they hiss against friends who just touched their mate shoulder… »
« Ok ! Ok ! Damn ! I get it ! Jeez ! Why do you always have to be so, so… moralizer, Finn ? »
Turning his back to Adrien, hiding his smile, Finnick saw the rest of the team coming to them.
« One of us must do it since you are a pack of free, wild dogs. »
« Hm. Cervelle d’oiseau. »
Oddly, Chat Noir insult, makes Paon Bleu smile even larger, and his eyes glowing with something like nostalgia and remorse.