[ god... there's a fair number of thoughts buzzing in adrien's head right now, one of them being that merlin may have heard him talking to plagg and that is, in the immortal words of sonic the hedgehog, noo goood.

another of those thoughts is the fact plagg's got no energy, he's... who knows where he is, and merlin's right, as that had been a really dumb, desperate suggestion he'd made to plagg...

there's a pinch on his arm, and he hides his flinch. ]

Yeah— I mean, no. Definitely not. I was just thinking... you'd have some not from here? [ nope. he brings a hand up to his forehead, and just. shakes his head. ] Never mind. Sorry for the weird question, it's hard to think properly through the smell.

[ that's an apology meant for both plagg and merlin, which hopefully won't make him seem even weirder to the latter. why is this his life.

it's definitely trolls. ]