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Adrien Agreste	Adrien had to work. Another photoshoot. As is typical, his normal street clothes are left in the tent rhe crew have set up for his use. His coat is on the small tfolding table next to a tray of foodstuffs. fruits and cheese. Adrien had just walked out, closing the flap behimd himself, the photoshoot crew moving away wih him, and the tent is left empry and peaceful. Cue a black cat spirit. Plagg phases through thw jacket where hw was hidden and floars to the cheese tray, rubbing his paws together
Till	Plagg isn't the only fairy being about. Though Till doesn't have the benefit of being able to phase through things. He can handle pushing a tent flap aside, though. To most it would just look like a gust of wind moved the tent flap. But those whose eyes have been opened to the wondrous things in the world might see otherwise... It's a tiny boy, with a spring green glow, on a set of insect-like wings. And he's carrying a candy bar; one of those chocolate-covered coconut fondant bars. However, he pauses when he sees Plagg. Blinks. Tilts his head.
Adrien Agreste	Plagg also tilts his head, ears perking. A moment, and then he shoves the cube of cheese, bite size to a human, but neearly half the size of his body, to his mouth where a hearty bite ir taken. "who are you?" grumps the spirit impoliyely around his mouthfil.
Till	Till doesn't seem to be upset by the cat spirit's lack of manners. He just answers the question, "My name's Till! I heard there was fruit, and I brought this for trade!" He holds up the candy bar a bit, off-balancing himself a little, though he stays in the air. Fae rules, after all -- do not take without giving something of equal or greater value.
Adrien Agreste	Whiskers twitch toward the offering, then the cat frowns. "Yuck! Chocolate is gross. But so is fruit. You can have the fruit for free. No touchy the cheese. all this cheese are belong to me." And with the Plaggdrops hinself onto his cheese mountain to eat.
Till	Till tilts his head. It's a bit greedy, but hey, he's not going to complain; he's getting free access to the fruit! He flies down to the table, putting the candy bar on the opposite side as Plagg. The cat spirit doesn't like it, so it'd be rude to put it down near him when he's trying to eat. "I'll let the big ones have it, then," he notes. They WERE the one that put the food out there to begin with, he figures. Otherwise it would be a smaller plate, and probably smaller portions, given how the cat spirit's cheeks are distended like a squirrel stuffing its cheek pouches! That aside, Till sits down on the end of the plate where the fruits are, and picks up a grape. Yes, he starts to peel it; it's hard to bite into otherwise. "So, what's your name?" he asks. "Are you a faerie? I've never seen one like you before." Nomf grape.
Adrien Agreste	Plagg chuffs at Till offering rhe chocolate to rhe Big One. "If he breaks down and let's himself eat it. Youd have better luck with ceoissants if you wanted to ply him with treats," Plagg says, siunding merciless as he chews with his mouth open amd talks with mouth full and holds two cubes of cheese to eat from. "And Im a kwami. Like a god, but smaller. You can fawn now. But if only if you do so with a cheese tribute." chompchomp
Till	"Ooh, I'll have to remember that," Till observes. His manners don't seem much better, truth be told. He talks with his mouth full too, though he does eat the grapes one at a time. And in fact he'll vary between fruits. Once he gets done with that grape, it'll be a piece of pineapple or strawberry. Notably, if there are any cherries, he leaves those alone. "A kwami?" Till asks. "Like a ''kami''?" He's vaguely familiar with the eastern belief that everything in nature has a spirit -- it's a nature fairy. "So... a cat kami?"
Adrien Agreste	"Exacrly. Only smaller," Plagg states so proudly little chest puffing out. And then more cheese is shoved into his maw, little mewling growls errupting as he eats. nyom nyom nyom nyom. "And what are you? tiny insect kidm yes no i dont care really but yiu can tell me."
Till	Till pauses a moment. "What was that one I heard of, from that game? I think her name meant 'God of Walls' or something? Since cats climb things, I guess." He can't remember, but it reminded him enough that he mentioned it. He seems contented with his fruit, enough that he can overlook the 'I don't care'. Amazing what fruit can do for a Fae's mood! "I'm a Fae," he says anyway. "A flower faerie, to be more specific."
Adrien Agreste	"I dont know. Is it a video game? does it have cheese? No? Then dont care," Plagg quips, nomming more cheese. "Flower fairien huh? Cute." scoffs the feline spirit, whiskering perking forward faintly as he eats. "Im calling you Buttercup."
Till	"I think it WAS a video game," Till replies. "I saw it through the window of a house I was trying to get into." And why did he want in? "They had coconut cake." Which should explain everything! He brightens when Plagg declares he's going to call him 'Buttercup'. "Oh! I like that idea!" he decides. "Buttercups are flowers that symbolize happiness and joy, so I'm fine with that!" Probably has no concept of what a 'male' or 'female' name is.
Adrien Agreste	"Hmph. Cake. Bet you'd be fun in a bakery," comments the kwami with mischeif in his green eyes and toothy grin. With his future joke set up, Plagg reclines happily, lazily, floating back to the jacket and settling in the silk lined leather. "So... you heard there was fruit, huh? How?" ask the bad luck kwami, another bite of cheese being taken.
Till	Mischief! If nothing else, a faerie can recognize mischief in the eyes of another. And he also smiles, mischievously. "Did you just think of something naughty? Careful, the big ones don't like trouble. A lot of them have no sense of humor." As for how he heard there was fruit? "Most of the big ones can't see me anyway," he notes. "So I can usually just fly around without having to hide. I hear all kinds of things while I'm flying around. One of the people walking around said something about it."
Adrien Agreste	"Duh," retorts Plagg as he lounges, leaning his head back to take another bite. "Big One. Heh. That's funny," he notes idly lifting his head to regard Till again. "The ones without a sense of humor aint worth joking with anyway. Not that I let myself be seen ny many. So this is nice, yapping at you. Eating cheese and napping in the sun are better but I take what I can get."
Till	Plagg doesn't seem intent on sharing his mischief, though, and Till doesn't pry. Mischief is sacred, after all! Well, not really, but he's actually not sure just where Plagg falls on the 'god vs fae' scale, and he's not eager to find out the hard way, by angering him. Fortunately they have a lot of things in common, particularly their stance on big ones with no sense of humor. Till nods. "Yeah. Those are the no-fun ones. I've been swatted a few times by those. Sometimes they think I'm a bug."
Adrien Agreste	"Wonder what mine would think of you... Stick around. He'll be back. Not before i finish all the cheese, though " Plagg quips, lazily finishing the piece he was on.
Till	"Ooh?" Till looks uncomfortable. "Does he believe in faeries?" That sounds like a really ridiculous question to ask, but there's a reason! "Because, um. If he doesn't, I'm not supposed to let him know that Fae exist."
Adrien Agreste	Plagg levels a flat look at the fairy, a frsh cube of cheese in hand. "You ask him that. He seemed ok with me," Plagg retorts after a moment, right before he took another ridiculous bite.
Till	Till tilts his head. Well, there was that. "I guess you're right," he admits. "I mean, nobody got in trouble when you showed up, from the sounds of it. So it's probably okay," he figures. Placated, he returns to his strawberry! Nomf! He's still human-proportioned, even if he's not human-sized, so his bites aren't nearly so ridiculous.
Adrien Agreste	"Well, no one I cared about anyway. Why do you have keep people from seeing you?" Not that Plagg cares by his tone, even though the manner in which he peers at Till makes it clear that he really does.
Till	"That's to keep the big ones from knowing about us," Till replies. "At least... wholesale. There's a handful that do. But if they ALL did? Can you imagine the bad stuff that would happen? They'd have to close the Nevernever. And if it's ME that's responsible for that happening?" He raises his hand and draws a line across his own neck, complete with slicing sound effect.
Adrien Agreste	Plagg ponders this, over a fresh cube. He chews thoughtfully, the only time hhe isnt smacking his tongue against his little fangs. "Well, kid. Ya probably shouldnt talk to me too much. Im bad luck," states the kwami carelessly, seeming not to care about this Never Place or rhe consequences to anyonr else.
Till	"Bad luck?" Till blinks. "The big ones say that about Fae, too. And not just the ones that DON'T know. The ones that DO are even MORE adamant that Fae are bad news. So people who know about me tend to watch their words really carefully. Those that don't can't usually see me."
Adrien Agreste	Plagg huffs lightly, licking a claw and burping. His ears flick a moment before he looks over at Till. "Well. Maybe somw of you are. After all. not all kwami are bad luck. Just me. Im special that way," Plagg says, self satisfied by this fact, whiskers perked forward, tail curled pleasantly. theres even a tiny purr to his voice. "And i disnt say bad news, i said bad luck. "
Till	"Oooh, you did say that, didn't you?" Till observes. Fae and their careful wordings. "There's some places that they believe black cats are /good/ luck. Always magical, but sometimes good or bad. You're representative of the black cat as symbol of bad luck aspect, right?"
Adrien Agreste	"Me? Good luck? Ha! What loons!" Plagg exclaims, rollings to his back, paws in the air. His tail is a corkscrew with laughter.
Till	Till points out honestly, "Maybe not you, but black cats in general. A lot of legends are different across the world. Some people think butterflies are a sign of impending death. That if one lands on you, you're about to die."
Adrien Agreste	Rolling back to sitting, Plagg collects another cube. "Welln some people arent wrong, especially if the butterfly is infected by an akuma. so, do tourself a favor kid and keep it happy Buttercup."
Till	"Akuma?" Till asks, pausing in nibbling this latest piece of fruit. "What's that?" Definitely sounds like something bad. And the more he knows about the hazards, the more likely he can avoid said dangers!
Adrien Agreste	"An evil little spirit. Created by a not nice person. He targets anger and sadness and isolation. It'd be a huge help if you avoided feeling that way as much as you can. Mostly becsuse trying to put done an akuma that's my size and can be invisible just sounds like a lot of work. I's really rather not," Plagg states without grace, tossing rhe final morsel up and catchinf it in his mouth ro chew and swallow. Hr smacks happily, as if he were jusy talkong about a walk in the park rather than super villainy.
Till	Till wrinkles his nose. "Yeah, I'd rather not feel that way anyway," he assures Plagg. "It makes flowers droop, and I don't do so good at growing things if I feel sad, angry, or alone. I'll keep an eye out for butterflies that feel like that, though!" Valuable information!
Adrien Agreste	"Do. And if you can find me, let me know. Or if you see Lady Bug, that would be better. She can cure the darkness and send the cleansed bitteffly on its way." Plagg is so helpful.
Till	Till nods! "Definitely!" Pause. He realizes something then, a thing which might make finding Ladybug difficult. "So... what does Ladybug look like, so I can find her if I need to?"
Adrien Agreste	"She's a Big. Red, black spots. Yo-yo. Ya can't..." He pauses to yawn hugely, tummy round from a human's protion of cheese. "...cant miss her." Plagg floats in a circle before phasing into yhe jackey. The jackey wiggles as he shuffles abouy, and then his eywa, glowing like littlw lasers, can be seen from thw depths of rhw shadows. "My big will be here soon I think.: Plagg snickers. Clesrly thr monikrr for his human host amuses him. "So, stay if youre staying. Go if you're going. I dont really care." Cue another noisy yawn.
Till	Till follows Plagg with his gaze, fluttering over to the edge of the table to look down in the pocket. The phasing through is really impressive! He chuckles a bit at the yawn; Plagg has eaten so much he's tired. He remembers the old phrase 'Don't eat until you're full, eat until you're tired'. "Night-night!" he offers brightly to the sleepy kwami. Regarding Plagg's 'big'? Till is not really sure. Maybe he should observe him from a distance first? So he'llfind a safe place to observe first. Determination yet to be made. Either way, though, the coconut candy bar will remain there, next to the utterly DEVASTATED plate of cheese and fruit. A couple of clues, maybe -- if Plagg doesn't like fruit, who ate the fruit here? And who left the candy bar?
Adrien Agreste	Asleepy snort is all the reply Till gets from Plagg in the pocket, his glowing green eyes falling closed. It takes another twenty minutes, Till finding plenty of places in the rack of clothes and the vanity and the corner of thw twnt to wait and hide and observe the green eyed blonde boy that walks in. He's tall, well proportioned, and wearing out landish clothing, hair style n and make up. Closing the flap behind him, Adrien moves to the table and stops. His head tilts as he regards the eaten fruit and thw candy bar. He takes a moment to glance about before he looks back at the food. Another momeny and he whispers Plagg's name, hand reaching out to open thw coat. It's clear he spies a sleeping Cat Kwami, for Adrien smiles softly and tucks his jackey back fown around the figure gently. But then the smile slips slightlyn back to confusion as he looks around again.
Till	In the interim, Till has been a nosy little fae and opened drawers to look at things. He's put everything back, but he's definitely been looking at things. Hearing someone approach, though, he closed everything up and went to hide. Where? Behind the vanity mirror, actually. It seems only logical that a place used to fix his hair would have a lot of lights; a lot of light would drown out Till's green glow. Otherwise he'd have to remain completely inside something, and couldn't see if he did that. He observes Adrien's behavior, particularly where the kwami is concerned. He doesn't seem at all upset that the tray has been utterly ravaged by something. And in fact that fond smile reminds Till of the parents of that little boy so long ago, whenever they'd tuck his little sleeping self to bed... Till carefully and quietly scrambles up, onto a clip-on light above the vanity. He tries to stay ducked behind the curvature of the lamp, but it's not made to hold more than its own weight. And he's concentrating so hard on Adrien, observing him, that he leans forward just a little too far... *Creak!* The light abruptly tilts down. It's not especially super-loud, but it might seem so in the confines of the tent. It also leaves the little faerie clinging to the edge of the shade for a moment out of instinct, before taking wing and darting back behind the vanity mirror. Eep!
Adrien Agreste	The tent is spartan. A rack of clothes held one change. The vanity had make up and baby wipes. By the table, Adrien was aboit to give up on finding what ate the fruit tray, mind gettong ready to interrogate some of the workers about it when one of the lamps suddenly tilts. Yhe light swiveli g doen to illuminate the flat top draws adrien's gaze just in time to see something small and something green dart behind the mirror. Another kwami? Adriend wonders silently as he steps toward the vanity side. "Allo?" he calls out softly, tone concerned and accented delicately. "Is someone there?" he asks now.
Till	For a moment there's silence. Then there's a very distinct curse... sort of. "...Butts." In the next instant, a green-haired head belonging to a tiny something that looks mostly human peeks out. That's where the green glow appears to be coming from, too. Then... well, just own it, the little one thinks. Because he pops up from behind the mirror again. "Um... hi?"
Adrien Agreste	Whatever Adrien had expected, the sighy of the small winged human wss not it. His soft green eyes blink, going wide in surprise. "Hello," Adrien says again, voice soft.as if not wanting to spook the small thing. The human stays where he is, though curiosity plays across his face. Curiosity and wonder and "I didnt think kwami looked human..." That was out loud, wasnt it?
Till	And in response, Till blinks his green eyes, too. Kwami... what's what the cat-spirit said, right? That he was a kwami? So that means... "You're the kwami's big?" Till asks, shifting to sit on the top of the mirror.
Adrien Agreste	"His..." Adriend blinks, turning his face to look toward his jacket where Plagg was no doubt still asleep. "Umm. I guess, yes? I... what do yoh mean about Big?" he asks turning back to look at Till.
Till	Looking to the coat as well, Till notes, "I was talking to him for a while. We talked about things -- buttercups, cats, little gods, butterflies..." He trails off a bit. "He said you'd come back in a while. --Oh!" He looks at the table. "I ate the fruit, but I left something in return. I like coconut candy, so I left some in return for the fruit."
Adrien Agreste	Adrien just blinks, tryjng to keep up with the fairy's words ehile trying to puzzle out what Plagg might have said. "You ate it? oh. Thanks. Good. I was wondering. About that. You didnt havr to leave the candy. I dont eat much anyway so. "
Till	"He said I'd have done better with croissants," Till agrees. "But I kind of have to leave something if I take something. I'll get in trouble if I don't. So, if the candy's not good, I can try to find some croissants," he offers. "And you can keep the candy until I get something better?"
Adrien Agreste	At that Adrien grinsn ine ahnd comingnup to rub at the abck if his hwad. "Yes... i like croissants..." he says? smilimg warmly before concer. takes its olplace "I dont wnt you in trouble. I will keep the ca dy. No need to strain yourself. I mea. I dint want to burdern you..."
Till	"Are you sure?" Till asks. "If it's not good, I can get a croissant. It shouldn't be too hard." It would also give him an excuse to visit a bakery, and they have ever so many nice things that smell delicious there!
Adrien Agreste	"Im sure. It's not that it's not goodn Im thankful. Itxs just, I dont need to have anything really. I dont eat much of the fruit anyway, and Im surprised Plagg left me any cheese at all. Croissants are my favorite is all. Especially the ones from Dupain-Cheng bakery... oh! that I mean not that you have to get those! Just.." Adrien rubs his head again, then clears hia throat and sits at hisnvanity to start to clean his face. "Sorry. Thank you for the candy," he says very politely and very sincerely.
Till	Aha! Till has learned knowledge! Till stays up on the mirror, pulling his legs up just in case they're in the way, as Adrien starts to clean his face of the stuff. "Sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel bad!" he offers. "It's just... well, there are rules that all of us have to abide by. All my kind, I mean. There's pretty strict rules on gifts and exchanges of goods and services."
Adrien Agreste	This tidbit has Adrien grinning faintly and hisbeyes peering st the rrflection of the jackrt Plagg is asleep in. "Okay. I understand," says the human, accepting this easily. His gaze sweeps past the fruit try before returning to his reflection to keep cleaning. "Im glad you enjoyed thr fruit. Catering almost always has a tray fot me. I dont mind if you come in and eat, without paying me. Im glad that Plagg got some company today. I hate that he's always by himself all the time..."
Till	"He has to stay in the -- oh, right." Till seems to remember suddenly. "Nobody's supposed to see him, right? He doesn't have the 'you can't see me' thing going, like I do?" he asks. He's pretty sure not.
Adrien Agreste	Adrien is nodding, wiping an eyen only to stop in confusion and look up at Till. "You cant see... like.. invisibility? Umm.. no? Im pretty sure he doesn't..."
Till	Till nods. "Most people think I'm a bug, or just miss that I'm there at all," he confirms. "I can turn that off, but I'd get in trouble if I did it in front of a lot of people. And some people can see me anyways, even with that on."
Adrien Agreste	Adrien nods lightly. "that makes sense. You.. you wont get int trouble for me will you?" worry once again tuck sinto his voice.
Till	Till shook his head. "I shouldn't. I mean, you can see me anyway, right? I've got my Glamours on anyway. If you can see me, you're one of the people who already knows about faeries and the like. If it's objectionable, someone wil just come and make you forget about me." There's a bit of an undertone to his voice that states he doesn't like that idea!
Adrien Agreste	"Oh ok," Adrien saysn clearly relieved by the newsn right until Till says someone might try to erase his memory. He shifts uncomfortably, but nods. "Well... if thats what needs tonhappen.. to keep you lall safe then.. thats what will have tonhapprn."
Till	"Well, it should be all right," Till replies. "So you don't have to worry. You can see me now, but if another person came in, they probably wouldn't be able to. Just that alone proves I'm not breaking any rules. You'd be able to see me anyway."
Adrien Agreste	Glancing up, the soft smile on his face holds a touch of that black cat's humor and mischeif. "So id look like im talkijg to myself..." a soft chuckle escaping him before he turns back to finish cleaning his face. And timw to get his hair loking somewhat normal. This is going to need a shower. "As long as Im not getting you in trouble or puttinf you in danger.."
Till	"Basically." Till's voice is unrepentant. "But I imagine if your staff walks in while you're talking to your kwami, it looks about the same. You can always tell them you're practicing lines from a play, or for a movie role you're not sure you're going to get," he suggests.
Adrien Agreste	"Which they'd know was a lie. Im a modeln not an actor. and my stafd knows my scheudle pbetter than i do. But.. i can be studying.." hiw banal. Adrien works a brush throuhh his hair, one eye wincing at rhe tugs.
Till	"That's possible. Reciting things to memorize them, right?" Till also suggests, "You could always put it down to stress, too." He tilts his head at the wincing. "Need some help?" That he can offer free of charge, at least. It's hairbrushing, nothing particularly life-altering.
Adrien Agreste	"Oh, definitely not saying ita stress. That could cause a week long lock down. no. just memorizing things works. the simpler the better." Adrien says, before smiling at rhe offer. "I wouldnt mind, but its not necessary. I can mange. its just annyong."
Till	Till nods. "Oh right... people get weird when people start to get weird," he remembers. All the medicines, and talks, and padded rooms, and and and... Yeah. Anyway, as Adrien agrees with the offer, Till flies over and alights on the model's head. He isn't that heavy, thankfully. Probably has hollow bones like a bird or something. He kneels down and starts to gently untangle the side that Adrien's not brushing. "Oh right. What's your name? I'm Till." One generally doesn't go rooting around in someone's hair without being introduced, right?
Adrien Agreste	Unless they are cat like you mean? Right? Right! Smiling as the fairy lands in his hair, Adrien peers at the fae in rhe mirror as he brushes. "Adrien Agreste. Thank you for helping me, Till. Did you get enough fruit?"
Till	"Pleased to meet you, Adrien," Till replies. Pause. "Ooh, can I call you that? Or do you prefer Mr. Agreste?" he asks, as he pauses in his work, just long enough to get the answer. On the bright side, his hands are so small that he can just about individually untangle the tangles, like a normal person would untangle a knotted shoelace. As for the fruit? "I did, yeah," he assures Adrien. "I'm pretty little, so I don't eat much in comparison to a normal person."
Adrien Agreste	At the mention of Mr Agreste the warmth in his eyes chills briefly. "Adrien is fine," he replies, the tone holding the chill until he forces iy away. "Im glad... that you got enough. We are likely done with the shoots for a little while, so... will you be able to get more?" Back is the worry and concer. for the fae.
Till	Again Till pauses at the cooler tone. "...Did I say something wrong?" he asks. Though he brightens up at the question of whether he can get more fruit or not. "I should be able to. I have tricks I can rely on if it comes down to it."
Adrien Agreste	"No. You didnt. Im sorry. That was... Nothing. dont worry about it," Adrien says hastily befoee noddong at Tillxs reassurances. He still worriesn but... "Ok..."
Till	Till's smaller detail capabilities can make short work of tangles! Once he's done, he flies up again -- there's the sensation of the wings as he takes off, though it's only a little more of a gust than a large dragonfly. "There you go! There might be some dust in there. If so, I'm sorry. But it'll wash out."
Adrien Agreste	"Dust and hair spray. Just another day at work," Adrien says easily, the smile warm and careless. With the notes free, Adrien runs a hair through his locks, finding that his hair just looks a mess not unlike a black cat. He sighs faintky and rebrushes it down and then stands. "Im... uh... need to change now...?"
Till	Till nods! "I should probably get going anyway. But it was nice to have met you, Adrian!" he offers, with a wave. "And please tell your kwami that I enjoyed our talk too?" He smiles. "Take care on your journeys!" he says, and then flutters out of the tent.