“Go back to sleep, Chaton.” She tells him as she slides under the covers. She hopes the soft sounds of the tv and his breathing will act as her lullaby, and calm her mind enough to sleep.
“Come here,” He’s mumbling, but he pulls her against his chest, her nose burying into it. “You’re so cold.”
“That’s because I run colder than you do.” She replies, and he mutters something unintelligible in response.
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Chat Noir does not remember what happened the night before
Hey! wassuh! So my new year's resolution is to be more active on my socials balanced w/ school SO I HOPE Y'ALL CAN BARE WITH ME SKSDFRH (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ),,,
SO AS A STARTER HAVE MY TWO OG HYPERFIXATIONS! MY BEBES! MY PATOOTIES! MY BLORBOS! MY REASONS WHY I SCREAM AT 2 AM BECAUSE OF FLUFFY CRINGE!