no room for jesus (1/1)
BLESS @mirthalia FOR THE BETA <3
Left uppercut, right jab, spinning kick from the left while he was guarding, bounce back and follow through with a toss of her yo-yo to entangle his staff and leave him off-guard—
This was a dance they’d done so many times it was practically a routine by now.
The pattern they had was this: they’d meet up at the Eiffel Tower, usually after dark, talk for a bit, derail into flirting, which would further derail into play-fighting, which would usually morph into a three-dimensional chase, which would then flow into an honest sparring session. Their sessions typically lasted a couple of hours before one or the other tired or their curfews hit, at which point they kicked into high gear for the last ten minutes and went all-out against each other, aiming for the trophy of bragging rights until their next spar.
The outcome of those last ten minutes, Chat had found, almost always boiled down to Ladybug thoroughly kicking his ass. He could count the times he’d actually managed to beat her on one hand.
Strangely, tonight was turning out to be one of those times.