Owner	Pose
Adrien Agreste	It's hours after Vorpal rabbit holed Adrien and Marinette back to Adrien's apartment. Hours after Vorpal requested to crash on the sofa. By now, the sun has set and the apartment is dark and quiet. Moonlight spills into the room through the open patio door. "Mmmmgh.. I'm starving! Couldn't he have left some chees out? I'm wasting away over here," a familiar kwami voice grouses from the kitchen where there comes the sounds of dishes clattering.
Vorpal	He's still tired when he wakes up. It's been a hell of a few days, and the many patrol hours and relatively fewer sleep hours hasn't really helped much. The cheshire cat blinks a little and yawns, padding towards the sound of the grumbling. He doesn't turn the light on- he doesn't need it- as he enters the kitchen, stifling a yawn. "Plagg? 'sat you?" he mutters, eyes still semi-closed from sleepiness.
Marinette DuPain	"Because you're too picky," Tikki quips just before she takes another bite of the croissant she had snagged from the tray that's on the counter. She flits around Plagg, breaking a piece of her treat off and holding out to him. "Morning, Votpal," Tikki chirps happily. "There's croissants!" What? Her children are okat, they're safe and home and happy... This makes for a very happy, bubbly bug.
Adrien Agreste	"I am not 'too picky'," Plagg says defensively, arms folding over his chest. "I am an equal opportunity cheese eater," he adds turning a cold-cat-shoulder on the offered croissant. "And THAT is not cheese." hrmph. "Tikki. Leave the cat alone. He just woke up," Plagg retorts as the sound of shuffling from a bedroom upstairs drifts down to the keen of hearing.
Vorpal	"Morning? The moon is out. Do you kwami keep baker hours or something like that?" Vorpal mutters, and then sits down at the table, stifling a yawn and chuckling a little. "Where does Adrien get his furniture? That couch is more comfortable than any bed I've ever slept on. If I weren't such an upstanding cat, I'd rabbit hole it away." He reaches over and taptaps Plagg gently with a finger, "Did you already eat all the cheese I bought?"
Marinette DuPain	Tikki rolls big blue eyes. "I'll make sure shredded chedder is added to the grocery list then," is the retort before she stucks her tongue out. "I only offered him breakfast." Is the bug pouting? Maybe for a moment. "You're making Grumpy Cat look cheerful, Plagg. Out Chosen are home! Safe and happy!" Tikki giggles. "Marinette bought it for their movie night! The one he had wasn't big enough gor both of them." And second shuffling and then there's Marinette's voice. "Seriously? A pillow?? Does that ever really work?"
Adrien Agreste	"Yes?" is Adrien's reply, some more shuffling and then, "No. Whatever. I need to get up, please." Over the sounds of said Chosens' voices Plagg floats into Vorpal's pokepoke, away from Tikki, paws over his heasrt as if his counterpart had stabbed him. "How... could.. you? Dry... flakey... sad little bits of - Oh, hi Vorpal. Yes. I ate it all. I am not sorry I ate it all. You have no idea what Adrien puts me through - cheese shredded and ruined, left to fossilize!" Yes, Plagg stopped his conversation with Tikki, his melodramatic monologue about shredded cheese, to speak to Vorpal as if nothing at all where wrong, only to turn back to Tikki and continue with his overdramtic lament of her comment about his Beloved CHEESE.
Vorpal	The cat's eyes go up, as if he could see through walls as well as almost hear them. Then he looks down at Plagg. "You're a little diva, aren't you?" he says with a smirk. "It's ok. You can't be a cat without being one, professional secret." He eyes the croissants and pondes. Has he been counting his calories? Has he been getting enough exercise? "What do kwami do when you're not inside the miraculous? I mean, you're thousands of years old according to Yokai. Do you... I don't know. Have hobbies?" He can't imagine Tikki knitting. For one, you need fingers for that.
Marinette DuPain	Three heartbeata and Marinette's laugh can be heard as it sinks in why Adrien is so desperate to get up. "Sorry!" He's likely halfway to the across the floor when, "You better put the seat down..." She has no idea the people downstairs are awake. Tikki's eyes widen. "Plagg! You make it sound like he's the worst Chosen ever and abusing you!" She huffs, lobbing the rest of her croissant at his head. "Have you botheres explaining what's happening to him?" "We take care of our Chosen, of course! We guide them on their path. We tend to stay with them, even when not powering the Miraculous. Think of us like ... that little cricket... Plagg's still getting the hang of it..."
Adrien Agreste	"Mari! I'm going to use mine, thank you!" Because Adrien must not feel right using Marinette's bathroom, he walks out of her room and goes to his own. Croissant bomb to the face! Plagg gets hit in the face with the baked good and he clings to it with his little claws, flying backwards to ram into Vorpals chest (which feels like a fly ramming into his chest) and then he bounces off the cat and angles himself for the counter top. "Has he bothered asking? No! You shouldn't have seen him when I first appeared. I barely got through the 'you say this to transform' and he was already leaping across Paris," Plagg grouses as he flips mid 'fall' to land under the croissant like a splat kitty! "I'm leaving you for Marinette, Tikki. Marinette loves me." Because Plagg totally has the Jimney down pat!
Vorpal	The cat smirks. "Wait, are you two...?" He pauses. "Are you two a thing?" At this point, Vorpal reaches over and grabs a croissant. His stomach growls like a bear on a rampage. "Since when? I mean... haven't you two been separated for years because their identities were secret to each other?"
Marinette DuPain	Marinette giggles, the sound growing louder as she pads barefoot out of her room. "There is nothing in my bathroom that will attack you, Chaton, I promise." Pause. Beat. "I'll be downstairs." Tikki rolls her eyes. "Uh-huh... Right. Didn't you jist get done leaving Adrien, flighty kitten." Tikki adores her kitty though. She blinks over at Vorpal, head tilting curioisly. "A.. thing? What thing?" "Who's a thing," Mari asks as she walks into the room, flicks on the light and reaches back to pull her hair up into a bun. "And good morning. Evening. Whatever."
Adrien Agreste	Mari's only answer from Adrien is hte closing of his door. Give him a minute. He'll be right out. Having just started to push the croissant from him right as Marinette flicks on the light, Plagg gurgle-screams and zips back under the pastery. "My EYES! My beautiful eyes! I'm melting! Meeeeelting!" Someone watched Wizard of Oz. Nor is saomeone answering TIkki's quiop about having just left Adrien. Flightly kitty is flighty and unapologetic about it.
Vorpal	Vorpal has a newfound respect for Adrien. He reaches over and lifts the pastry to expose Plagg to light. "You wuss! Take it like a grown cat. Be brave and I'll get you a nice, robust Manchego. Spanish cheese. Almost as good as Camembert, but it has its own little taste." He look up at Marinette and raises an eyebrow. "Good Mornight, Miss Bug. Have you caught up on your sleep or were you feeling disgusting, like me, at having spent most of the day in bed?" Because he slet until he couldn't anymore, even though he wasn't still fully rested. He grins.
Marinette DuPain	Dramatic Plagg makes her roll her eyes and giggle. "If you melt, little kitty, who will eat the cheese." Which Mari's expecting to find when she opens the fridge. "Uuhh... Did you already... All of it?" "Because Adrien doesn't eat right." Tikki anounces. Mari beams over at Vorpal. "I feel fantastic." Beat. "What do you mean, Tikki?" It's asked as she crosses back to the space between kitchen and living room to call up to Adrien, "Plagg needs cheese brought down!" Let's hope he heard, hm? "We have a race to run tonight, Tikki... Which reminds me... Where's the Chrysler Building?"
Adrien Agreste	Plagg is laying splat on the counter, tongue lolled from his mouth. Cheese? One eye opens. "Hmm.. you strike a hard bargain!" he quips as he floats back up, absolutely fine. OH! Bug's awake. Plagg floats to her for pets and cheese. Cue the purring! "Alright!" Adrien calls out and Plagg perks up and takes off like a rocket! MUST FIND THE HIDDEN MINI FRIDGE!!!
Vorpal	"A race?" Vorpal stops munching on his croissant and looks at Marinette. "The Chrysler building is right there..." he says, and a Rabbit Hole opens, showing an aerial view of the building before collapsing again. "Why on earth are you racing? Wait. Who are you racing? Did you suddenly develop the need for speed?" He munches on the croissant. "... Did Adrien go back to bed?"
Marinette DuPain	"Chat." Marinette smirks. "Across the rooftops. Silly kitty thinks he can--" "Wait! Plagg, so help me, you better stay out of that room!" This as she takes off after him. "No! Naughty kitty! Get back here!" Tikki watches all of tgis with twinkling eyes. "I think he just needed to stoo by his room..." She shakes her head. "It took them long enough this time." And then she's flitting over for another croissant since she threw hers at Plagg. "Adrien doesn't eat right to transform as regularly as he does," Tikki is explaining to Vorpal. "Each transformation, Plagg essentially takes the malnutrition into himself... It's why he's always so hungry and sleepy."
Adrien Agreste	A silent moment, then, "Plagg!" A soft crash. Plagg's laughter. "Stupid cat! Come back here!" Plagg zips back in a moment later, a tin of camembert over his head, making a beelinge... a catline for the top of the cupboards.
Vorpal	"The model thing. Of course." Vorpal frowns for a second. "His father's nutritionists have him on a diet that's just ok if you're a model... but it doesn't feature in everything /else/ he does. Is it serious?" He blinks and looks up as Plagg zips in with camembert.
Marinette DuPain	Tikki frowns. "It could be if it isn't taken care of. Between you and Marinette though, I'm not worried. They'll be healthy in no time." Tikki beams at Vorpal before her other half zips in. "You know he's just going to move it now, right?" In the living room there's a crash as Marinette attempts to spin on a heel and make her way back into the kitchen. It doesn't work well for her. "Ow! stupid mother.. son of a... Gah!" Stalking back into the kitchen, rubbing her side, shw frowns. "Alright... Where is he?"
Adrien Agreste	"Shhhh!!!" Plagg tells Tikki and Vorpal as he zips back slipping into the top of the cupboard with a finall call over his shoulder. "Don't care! So much worth!!!" And Plagg hides himself in the shades near the celing to eat his elicitly gained cheese. Adrien rushes in a heartbeat after marinette, in socks and his shirt and his pants and the moment he hits the tile of the kitchen his loses his footing and proves that cats dont' ALWAYS land on their feet. He hits the floor with a loud ooooof!
Vorpal	Vorpal stares at this, a corner of the croissant still held between his fingers. "You know... sometimes I think my life could use a laugh track," he confesses. "Adrien, if you've just given yourself a concussion after we saved your life, I swear I will kill you." He has not betrayed Plagg's location. Cats do watch after each other.
Marinette DuPain	Both hamds go to her hips and Marinette just glares. In general. At no one in particular. Because she can't see Plagg. "Plagg! You get down here right. now! or so help me, you won't even see so much as Velveeta for a week!" Pause. "Two if I have to hunt you down." The crash from Adrien draws her attention and she winces, head turning to look at him over her shoulder. "You okay?" A smirk is given to Vorpal. "A laugh track? We're not that bad... Are we?"
Adrien Agreste	A quick flail and Adrien gets back to his feet. His hair is a mess and his shirt is rumpled. Just your normal blonde seventeen year old. He looks at Vorpal and gifts him with a what has to be a silly grin. How was anyone fooled that he and Chat were two different people again? And then Adrien turns to Marinette, giving her a thumbs up. "Purrfect, M'Lady!" Beat. Adrien looks about the kitchen and then sighs lightly. "Plagg..." "M fill jewing!" "...Claws out." AH! There's the cat kwami! Yanked from the back corner of the cupboards, camembert tin drug out with him only to clatter to the counter and then the floor as Plagg's drawn into the ring, turning it black. A flash of green and Chat smirks. "That's how you cat-ch the rascal," he gloats, hand on his hip. Slitted green eyes flick to Vorpal. "Hi."
Vorpal	"You -are- that bad. We've already done the episode where everybody misunderstands who likes whom, and now we just need to do the episode where one of us hears the other two through a door saying a whole bunch of unintentional double-entendres that the third person mistakes for something totally not innocent." He stands up and stretches, "I should probably head home and take a shower. You two are going to do your racing thing acoss the rooftops, and I should get ready to pack half of my stuff to move it into the new school." He yawns. "The trick will be not to fall asleep."
Marinette DuPain	Marinette rolls her eyes but smirks all the same. "Uh-huh.... Perfection is overrated..." And then she turns a sweet smile. "Thanks for your help, Vorpal. Take some croissants with you... And rest well." A brow arches at Adrien before she looks of over at her kwami. "Tikki," The little bug flits up and giggles, "Spots on!" Tikki dissapears, Marinettes earrings glow red and then there's a flash of pink and Ladybug stands there, grinning. "You should let him finish eating next time, Chaton."
Adrien Agreste	"Yeah. See you la- Wait. What? New school? What? Why? No!" Chat blurts out, taking that one step to grab Vorpal's shoulder, to hold him there. Sure, Chat spares Ladybug a glances at the transformation. Because he hadn't ever really since it before and... wow. FOCUS! Chat turns back to Vorpal. "No."
Vorpal	"Oh, don't worry, kitty. I'm transfering to a place where they specialize in teaching you how to use your powers. It's up in... well. You don't need to worry, though." He reaches out and pats Chat's head. "I'll still meet you guys on-campus for lunch. Remember? Rabbit Hole. I can go anywhere I want to. The onnly difference is going to be that we're not going to share the occasional class. Settle down. After being akumatized, I realized that I really do need guidance on how to master my abilities... you guys have your kwamis, I don't really have that." He grins, "I'm keeping my apartment. I plan on Rabbit Holing back here after classes, so don't worry. You two are my dearest friends in the world." He grins and steps over to 'boop' MariBug in the nose. He's already seen her transformation. Then he turns back to Chadrien. "Oh, and maybe you should up a bit on the proteins, mon chaton. Remember, your nutritionist doesn't know that you're transforming and running across rooftops. You've got to remember that now..." And he goes and pokes Chat's flat stomach, getting a devilish grin. "You're eating for two." Because he had to. Before Chat can reply, the rabbit hole opens up under him. "Gotta go! I'll see ya tomorrow, okay?" Poof.
Marinette DuPain	Vorpal transferring, while completely understandable, caused Ladybug some concern for a few reasons. None of which she'll voice. Booped on the nose, she blinks before turning her head away yo try to hide the glower. Because it's silly. She knows it's silly... He's /her/ chsyon though... Once she's under control, she turns back to smile and wave. "Bye." It's said through snickeribg at his comment. "You gonna be okay?" Ahh. There's the concern.
Adrien Agreste	Chat Noir just can't keep up with Vorpal can he? The things that comes out of that cat's mouth! Chat gets poked in the stomach and he yowls faintly. Vorpal's gone before he can respond. When he does, it's as he turns to Ladybug. "I am not eating fur two! M'Lady, say it's not true!"
Marinette DuPain	Ladybug hesitates. "I'm... Not entirely sure it's untrue, Chat." She steps forward, reaching for his hand so they can make their way out to the roof. "It's something I've been thinking about... Tikki doesn't eat or sleep the way Plagg does... And I think, the differences, is in the way you and I eat..."
Adrien Agreste	"That's beclaws Plagg is a lazy cat," Chat retorts, hand in hand in Ladybug. It's like a thing from a dream. He transformed in front of her (and Vorpal!), and the world didn't end. And now, he's walking to his roof garden holding her hand.
Marinette DuPain	"But -why- is he lazy? I think, maybe, he's... healing you while your transformed..." She turns to look at him, smiling gently. "Just... take the time to think about it, hm? And remember he's not some sort of gebie in a bottle to be summoned whenever." And with that, she leans in, bringing her lips to his ear. "Now, my Chaton... Run..."