Old News, New Game
Juleka sighed as she readjusted herself under her desk. These akuma attacks were just getting annoying at this point. She wished Hawkmoth would just chill out for a while, since she was pretty sure hiding in small, enclosed spaces week after week after week was starting to have adverse effects on her spine. She knew in some part of her brain that wishing a supervillain to stop his evil acts for the sake of her back was weird, but at this point it just didn’t really register anymore. It was like having an earthquake once a week. Sure, you still go brace yourself, but after the sixth one you were used to it.
Luckily, it wasn’t always all bad. The attacks were usually a good excuse to not do the homework. Anyone not directly affected could always say that their parents, or house, or anything was and the teachers couldn’t really do anything about it. She knew at least four people who wouldn’t be turning in homework tomorrow.
And on top of that, she and her girlfriend usually made a game out of it. If the cell network was still up, then they would bet on who was akumatized, and what with. Winner decided where they went on Friday Date Night. Neither usually won, since the objects and people were always strange and incidental. But it was a fun way to pass the time in a 4 x 4 space.
RoseGarden: I’m going to say dentist.
JulesVerne: Really? A dentist?
RoseGarden: Yeah. And the object was a toothbrush.
JulesVerne: No way. a) What do dentists have to get sad over? They can’t even get sad. They’re sadistic. and b) That would be like the most useless villain ever. What would he do? Scrub me to death?
RoseGarden: Don’t say that!
JulesVerne: Sorry.
JulesVerne: I’m going to go with a bowler who just lost a big tournament. The object is his ball.
RoseGarden: Wouldn’t we have heard of the tournament then?
JulesVerne: Do you follow bowling news?
RoseGarden: Fair point. How would Ladybug break it though?
JulesVerne: I don’t know. Drop it off a building or something. She’d find a way.
Sounds of war continued on from outside her window.
Juleka stared at the TV, slackjawed as she watched replayed footage of a dentist waving a toothbrush around.
No way.
Her phone buzzed from beside her. She picked it up and answered it, already 85% sure of who it was.
“How did you do that babe?”
“I…I don’t know.”
…
“A dentist. Unbelievable. Well, a bet’s a bet. Where to?”
They ended up sitting in a cherry tree park and talking. And occasionally kissing.