The Early Bug Would Rather Be In Bed
KestraEchoWolf said: Ooo the possibilities are *endless* -Rubs hands together- … Ladynoir 4
4: I have a date with destiny.
(So really I should probably be studying for the two midterms I have tomorrow but I physically can’t study any more so here’s some #relatable Ladybug not wanting to be awake. Ladybug is literally me right now except I can go to sleep whenever I want and am just not. I don’t know why. Probably gonna sleep as soon as I post this. Anyway, this is the second to last You Give Me Akumas prompt, so please enjoy!)
Ladybug was very much not happy to be woken up by an early morning akuma, thank you very much. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the Ladyblog alert waking up Tikki and the kwami then proceeding to jump on her face for a good ten minutes, she probably wouldn’t even be here.
But, unfortunately, she was here, despite almost having fallen back to sleep six times on her way. It really wasn’t looking like too great a start to Ladybug’s day.
And, frankly, Monkey See probably wasn’t going to improve it.
She stood on a rooftop, taking the time to assess the situation—and try to slap herself awake—before actually heading down there. The akuma looked mostly like a rather large purple monkey, and was carrying around an oversized banana, and Ladybug wasn’t entirely sure that she was actually awake and that this wasn’t just a weird dream.
The banana, it turned out, was some sort of weird magic gun that’s rays turned whoever they hit into slightly not as large monkeys, which then copied whatever the main monkey was trying to do.
Which seemed to be get to the Eiffel Tower and scale it like King Kong. As you do.
In all reality, she could see no reason why this particular person was akumatized, nor why Papillon had to wake her up to deal with it.
She turned as she heard feet landing on the roof, grimacing in greeting at the literal incarnation of sunshine himself. Seriously. Who gave Chat permission to look so awake and happy and stupidly good looking at this ungodly hour? Not her, that’s for sure. If she was suffering, he should be too.
“What do we got today, Bugaboo?” he asked, oblivious to the lasers she was trying to make come out of her eyes to wipe his stupid, beautiful, morning person smile off his stupid, beautiful, morning person face.
“Monkeys,” she told him, turning back to scowl at the akuma and its followers. Chat’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she fought the urge to curl into him and go back to sleep. “They’re going all King Kong on the Tower.”
Chat hummed, pulling her tighter to his side. “Fair enough.”
Ladybug barely had the energy to roll her eyes. “I guess,” she allowed, “but Papillon could at least have the common decency to only attack during non-sleeping hours.”
Chat pulled his arm away, and she pouted at the loss of warmth. His hands moved to her shoulders, and he turned her to face him, smirking down at her with a raised eyebrow. “You do realize it’s almost one in the afternoon, right?”