[He flinches at that, hunching his shoulders more and curling Plagg a little closer to himself.]

Yeah, well. He got weird a couple of years back, and I'm a model for his fashion line. Can't have the Perfect Model Son looking anything but.

[At least it's not eyeliner and stuff. Just a lot of foundation, probably. Adrien is here for all your fancy contouring needs. But Plagg is definitely the more important thing here, so he swallows the salty lump in his throat that tends to lodge itself there when he thinks too long about his father, and manages a slightly less hysterical chuckle at the continuing cat puns.]

I've had him a while now, it's... Just that nobody is supposed to know.