🐞  ༉‧ . ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ𝓛𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐁͟𝐔͟𝐆 ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ.ᐟ

⠀ ( despite the clear struggle on the others behalf, ladybug kept his fist raised through it all. suuurely 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 of all people wouldn’t leave him hanging. definitely not. ) say what ? fist me ? come on, man. you know what » ⠀

⠀ ( immediately, a hand raised to mimic a cross over his heart, sweet little smile on his face the entire time. ) cross my heart, hope to . . . 𝒏𝒐𝒕 die. this is the start of somethin’ beautiful, you’ll see. c’mon, fist me. » ⠀

⠀ shhhh . . . sh, sh, sh. ( the hushing begins midway through his last few words, a forefinger boldly raising to hover over his own lips in emphasis. a shake of his head follows. ) we were off to a good start here. i think we » ⠀

⠀ ( the lack of reaction isn’t immediately noticed — he’s just happy to be having a domestic conversation for once. ) you know . . . just in case you don’t wanna talk things out again sometime. that was real kind of you to pay for » ⠀

⠀ i didn’t — 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 to shoot you ! you know i don’t like guns ! i thought you were going to hurt that girl, man. total ‘my bad’ moment. ( shrugging sheepishly like a scolded child, arms soon raise to fold over his chest loosely. ) » ⠀