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[Midii appeared on screen looking...slightly less put together than usual. Her hair, which looked like it had once been in a ponytail, was sticking up all over the place, and there were a mixture of leaves and flower petals sticking out at odd ends. There was also a large streak of blue...something...covering most of her cheek. It looked smudged, like she'd tried to wipe it off and failed miserably.]

[Besides that, her arms were folded, and she was notably glaring at the camera--ie: no one in particular.]

Either the local kids in the park are mad at us again...or else somebody told them about all those tricks people kept playing the other day.

Speaking of: did anybody put all that furniture back yet, or should I start looking for a more right-side up place to live?

[Harmless as it had all been, it seemed Midii was less than amused by the Hotel's April 1st celebration.]

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[He is so moving, he should write Oscar acceptance speeches.]

You know, you're probably better off in the long run.

[People ask your for your autograph all the time and your friends create creepy shrines to you in their bedrooms. No one wants this life. ]

[She would vote for him. ...that's how that worked, right?]

Normally, I would say 'in the short run, too', but...

[Tree sap. Because, yeah, she was pretty much banking on it being tree sap.]

If you value any of your wardrobe, I'd stay away from the park for the rest of the day. I can still see them up there from the cafe window.

[Sure, why not! ]

Thank for the warning, I'll be sure to give them a wide berth. Maybe someone will go there and convince them to leave.

[That someone being Chat. ]

Unless that someone's their parents...I doubt it.

The only non-kedan person I ever saw them listen to...isn't here anymore.

[She misses you, Jack. :c]

Maybe someone needs to find just the right way to talk to them.

Maybe.

If you ever figure out who that person is, send them my way. Just in case I ever need a bodyguard next time I want to go for a walk through the park.

[She's only partially joking.]

I can do that. I know someone who might be able to help. He showed up a short time ago from my world. Didn't even know he was here until pretty recently.

[She smiled faintly at that, and couldn't even bring herself to be jealous. A familiar face...was always a nice thing to see, especially if you were still relatively new.]

Who is he?

Chat Noir. He's one of those superheroes I told you about. I mean...I don't know him really well? But I guess he recognises me enough to know who I am. Billboards and all that.

It's pretty cool, I didn't even think he knew I existed.

[Her brows rose. Superheroes...this Chat Noir wouldn't be the first. Not even the first Midii would meet, if that ever happened. Though her mind couldn't help drifting back to a time, several years back. Another hero she had met. Only this one had been her age (12, at the time), whereas most of the others were in either their late teens or older. And he'd recognized her. She didn't know how or why, but there had definitely been recognition in his body language.]

[Unfortunately, that had been the last time she and Robin had spoken. She hadn't known him well enough to know if and when he ever disappeared or went back home or whatever happened to him....]

You might be surprised what people like that know. Or who.

[Welp, that sure sucks. ]

I suppose you're right. Anyway, sit tight and I'll see if I can contact him for you. He might be willing to help you out.

[And off he vanishes. ]

[And not too long after that, Midii might see some weird kid in a leather catsuit leaping from a nearby rooftop right into the tree where the kids are hiding. There's a ruffle of leaves, silence for a long time, then some laughter. It takes a few minutes, but eventually the kids scramble down, waving and laughing at the superhero as they depart.

He drops casually down from the tree himself, waving at their retreating forms. Then, in a way he's had to fake not knowing people he absolutely knows many a time, turns around. squinting, searching. ]

There someone called- what did he say it was again? Maddy? Middy? Whatever- she here?

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...huh?

[She'd...she hadn't actually expected anyone to show up, so when the screen suddenly went dark, she could only stare at it for a long moment in confusion.]

[Long enough that, in time, a certain commotion outside drew her attention. Leaves rustling and children's laughter. Then...they actually ran off. She did a quick mental count, and from what she could recall from her early encounter, they'd all scampered off together. Followed by...a blonde-haired figure dressed all in black.]

[Was that the person Adrian had mentioned earlier? From his home?]

[...]

[~~Why did all the French people around here seem to have blonde hair?~~]

...whatever-she?

[She'd made it all the way to the door of the cafe, leaning against the frame, when she heard the guy calling...well, she knew he was looking for her, probably, but the least he could have done was remember her name. It wasn't that hard to remember, was it?]

[Chat turns, homing in on her with faux surprise. He saunters over in a way he never could as Adrien, stopping before her to give a flamboyant bow. ]

Ah, you must be the young mademoiselle that Agreste guy sent me looking for. It's a purrrrrsure to meet you. Name's Chat Noir, come to rescue from a heh sticky situation.

[...wow.]

[W O W.]

[Midii hadn't met someone like that since...pretty much ever. She basically stood in the doorway, brows raised and face looking partially like a deer caught in headlights and partially...curious.]

Umm...thank you?

[After a few awkward seconds, she stood up straight.]

I'm Midii. Midii Une.

Midii, that's it. Sorry, he didn't speak very clearly before he hung up on me.

[He straightens, smirk plastered across his face, and half turns to gesture to the now empty tree. ]

Well, as you can see, I rescued you from the little sticky ninjas, so now you're free to head home and wash that gunk out.

[He turns back to her, hands on hips. ]

But I better escort you back just in case. I'm pretty sure I convinced them to stay away, but they could just be going to get reinforcements.

[On the one hand, Midii was fairly certain Char Noir was unlike any superhero she had ever met. And she had met quite a few of them.]

[On the other hand...she had to admit, he had a point; just because the kids were out of the trees now didn't mean they didn't still have some of their arsenal left. They could catch her at any point between here and the Hotel.]

I...guess so.

You don't, by any chance, travel by rooftop, do you?

[He'd take that uniqueness as a point of pride. Still, her question makes him laugh, looking up at the rooftops in question.]

Well, that's the usual for me. Great views, no traffic. But it won't kill me to escort you on foot.

[He waggles his eyebrows, smirk widening. ]

Unless of course you'd like to live a little more dangerously and take the rooftops. I promise to not drop you.

--no, that's okay.

[The response came a little too sense and quick. No offense to him, but...the last person she'd gone rooftop-jumping with, she had trusted. She'd had reason to trust him. Chat Noir...she had only just met. Not soon enough in the relationship to let him wrap his arms around her and carry her all the way up there...or whatever his preferred method was.]

I guess all superheroes really do prefer it up there. No matter what world you're from.

I've got a soft spot for being up high.

[He gives her a salute, two fingers off the side of his head. It's a signature thing. ]

But seen as I can't tempt you to the ways of the roof, we can walk it. Whenever you're ready, Mademoiselle.

[She actually smiled at that, despite herself.]

After you, Monsieur.

[With a heavy, yet natural accent on the title. Seldom as she encountered a native speaker, it was always a treat to be able to speak someone and know they were literally speaking the same language, rather than some magically-translated version.]

Though I suggest the main roads for now. The more witnesses, the less likely those kids will be back for revenge.

[He beams at the accent, much as he did as Adrien. It's a welcome thing, a little slice of home. He nods, starting down the aforementioned main road, walking slow so she can keep up with him. ]

Smart thinking. Less places for them to leap out from, too.

[Her legs were on the shorter side, but she still managed to keep up without much difficulty. As if she were used to walking with people taller than her.]

I wouldn't count that out.

There's still plenty of shops and alleyways. If you know the shortcuts around the city as well as I do, you'd know just how easy it can be to hide in plain sight.

[He laughs at that, flashing a wide grin in her direction. ]

Boy, do I. It's the second best way to get around. After the rooftops, can't beat those.

[As he walks, he glances around them, keeping an eye on their surroundings. It's an almost unseen movement, he barely even moves his head, but even as he starts casual conversation he's looking, listening. Waiting to see if trouble rears its head again. ]

So. You do anything to get those kids to sticky you up, or was it just a wrong place wrong time kind of deal?

[Aaand...the smile went away. Though the frown that replaced it wasn't directed at him. Nor was the sudden body language of folding her arms across her chest.]

...they said I act too "grown up" for them, and that I needed to lighten up more.

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