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Sometimes, during patrol, Ladybug and Chat Noir would have the silliest conversations, and sometimes, they'd be darker.
"If my akuma name isnt Chat Blanc," Chat Noir said to Ladybug one night, "I'm going to sue."
"What?" Ladybug asked, clearly having misheard. There was no reason for Chat to talk about THAT. They hadn't even seen an akuma in a week. She must've been lost in thought. Obviously.
"My akuma name," Chat Noir repeated, dashing Ladybug’s hopes. "You know, if I was ever akumatized. Or if someone was to ever make an illusion of me akumatized like on Heroes Day. You know, like Miss Fortune? I want my name to be Chat Blanc."
Ladybug stared at him, dumbstruck. Then, finally she managed to croak out a "what brought that up?"
Chat Noir shrugged. "I dunno. I was bored. Plus, did you know there’s a recent trend of the Ladyblog forums of imagining what your akuma would look like? Some of them are pretty cool, but I dunno..."
Chat opened his phone and pulled up a picture of Chat Blance with glowing, malevolent purple eyes.
"Not sure I'm sold on white and purple," he admitted, "but between you and me? Red would be worse." He gave Ladybug a mock shudder, unable to completely stifle his grin. "No offense, but it's not my color."
"N-no," Ladybug hastily agreed. "It's not."
Chat Noir hummed, looking out over the skyline for a moment before he asked, "what do you think?"
"A-about what?" Ladybug stammered, unable to pull her eyes off the Eiffel Tower and away from her haunted memories. At least, until Chat Noir’s face took up her whole vision as he batted his eyelashes at her.
"What color would you think my eyes would be? Red? Or Purple?"
"Blue," Ladybug choked out, unable to tear her mind away from that lonely, icy blue. "Your eyes would be blue."
"Blue," Chat Noir muttered. "I think I've seen that before. Yeah, I like that."
And with that, he let the matter drop, and Ladybug reveled in the feeling of a 20 kilo weight getting off her chest.