Adrien is less of a stranger than he'd like to waking up in strange locations - being hit by Akuma attacks tends to black people out for a bit, very annoying sometimes - but he's never actually woken up in someone else's bedroom before. Least of all wrapped up in the bed. He lets out a small noise of alarm despite himself, looking around quickly: he sees fashion magazines nearby, a basketball in the corner, the room is unscrupulously neat. But he doesn't recognise any of it.
"Plagg, where are--" But his voice dies in his throat, when he glances down at his hand. His ring is gone. His Miraculous is gone and he doesn't remember taking it off. "Plagg!"
Anyone outside his bedroom is immediately going to hear dull thumping as Adrien throws himself out of bed and starts desperately searching the room for the ring with a panicked muttering of "No no no it can't be gone, I just had it, where is it...?!"
Neighbours: P...arty?
This is still weird, and unsettling, and Adrien doesn't like it one bit. But the safest thing to do is play along, and if there's one thing he's legitimately good at (among his other many varied talents) it's schmoozing with adults.
So he's wearing the badge when he shows up, and takes the gelatin monstrosity with a politely surprised laugh, and starts trying to just be a Polite Young Man with the... admittedly unsettling adults, who don't stop smiling and laughing and have utterly mindless smalltalk, even for adults.
Eventually he manages to escape one of the Weird Adult's conversations, and finds himself next to someone else that looks...at least as unsettled as Adrien himself is feeling, and he finally lets a little bit of emotion into his voice as he puts the jiggling dish in his hands down on the table; his tone is suddenly jaded and uncertain, a surprising contrast to the pleasant smile he keeps up. "This place is really freaking me out."
Halloween: Dead fun
Aside from being completely sheltered, Adrien is also French. He doesn't celebrate Halloween - tomorrow is All Saint's Day, and the people who've come to know him by now probably know that he's spent the last few days in a kind of quiet mourning, which has been jarring when all the kids at school have been weirdly overexcited for Halloween.
He doesn't particularly want to, but after one too many conversations in class about it (and, admittedly, a very strong curious streak), he manages to pull together a lazy cat costume - paper ears, a black bandana with eyeholes cut in it, black boots and a long black belt for a tail - and takes to the streets as well. And the energy in the air is, admittedly, kind of infectious. It's easy to get swept up in the excitement, when a few of his new classmates (none of whom he can really bring himself to say he's friends with) drag him along to his first 'trick or treat' house.
He hangs back after the others all move on, looking in his little paper pumpkin at the candies he got given, and pulls out a peanut butter cup...? He's never had this before, so there's no hesitation in taking a bite directly into it.
And then yelps, almost a sharp shriek of alarm as he drops the treat and clutches at his mouth, coughing as he reaches in with shaking hands to try and pull out the needle piercing the roof of his mouth.
Adrien Agreste | Miraculous Ladybug | OTA!
Adrien is less of a stranger than he'd like to waking up in strange locations - being hit by Akuma attacks tends to black people out for a bit, very annoying sometimes - but he's never actually woken up in someone else's bedroom before. Least of all wrapped up in the bed. He lets out a small noise of alarm despite himself, looking around quickly: he sees fashion magazines nearby, a basketball in the corner, the room is unscrupulously neat. But he doesn't recognise any of it.
"Plagg, where are--" But his voice dies in his throat, when he glances down at his hand. His ring is gone. His Miraculous is gone and he doesn't remember taking it off. "Plagg!"
Anyone outside his bedroom is immediately going to hear dull thumping as Adrien throws himself out of bed and starts desperately searching the room for the ring with a panicked muttering of "No no no it can't be gone, I just had it, where is it...?!"
Neighbours: P...arty?
This is still weird, and unsettling, and Adrien doesn't like it one bit. But the safest thing to do is play along, and if there's one thing he's legitimately good at (among his other many varied talents) it's schmoozing with adults.
So he's wearing the badge when he shows up, and takes the gelatin monstrosity with a politely surprised laugh, and starts trying to just be a Polite Young Man with the... admittedly unsettling adults, who don't stop smiling and laughing and have utterly mindless smalltalk, even for adults.
Eventually he manages to escape one of the Weird Adult's conversations, and finds himself next to someone else that looks...at least as unsettled as Adrien himself is feeling, and he finally lets a little bit of emotion into his voice as he puts the jiggling dish in his hands down on the table; his tone is suddenly jaded and uncertain, a surprising contrast to the pleasant smile he keeps up. "This place is really freaking me out."
Halloween: Dead fun
Aside from being completely sheltered, Adrien is also French. He doesn't celebrate Halloween - tomorrow is All Saint's Day, and the people who've come to know him by now probably know that he's spent the last few days in a kind of quiet mourning, which has been jarring when all the kids at school have been weirdly overexcited for Halloween.
He doesn't particularly want to, but after one too many conversations in class about it (and, admittedly, a very strong curious streak), he manages to pull together a lazy cat costume - paper ears, a black bandana with eyeholes cut in it, black boots and a long black belt for a tail - and takes to the streets as well. And the energy in the air is, admittedly, kind of infectious. It's easy to get swept up in the excitement, when a few of his new classmates (none of whom he can really bring himself to say he's friends with) drag him along to his first 'trick or treat' house.
He hangs back after the others all move on, looking in his little paper pumpkin at the candies he got given, and pulls out a peanut butter cup...? He's never had this before, so there's no hesitation in taking a bite directly into it.
And then yelps, almost a sharp shriek of alarm as he drops the treat and clutches at his mouth, coughing as he reaches in with shaking hands to try and pull out the needle piercing the roof of his mouth.