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Steve does not consider himself a great cook, and if you asked most of his friends, they would agree, most with laughter and teasing included. All his go-to recipes are depression-era makeshift meals, or gelatin monstrosities, or both. He's capable of branching out a little, though, and today, after coming back from the grocery store and loading up the pantry and cabinets of the Clubhouse, he fills a skillet with bacon for starters. He's not sure yet what will go with it--which is a sure sign of a meal about to go out of control--but he's hungry and he's sure anything he can't eat will go over just fine with other visitors to the place.

So. Bacon. Pancakes and eggs? Or should he go a different route and make sandwiches? Or potato soup...

There's something meditative about throwing a meal together, even when you're bad at it.

Date: 2020-06-29 04:37 pm (UTC)
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Adrien tended to keep to himself. Usually came to the Nexus because there was less likelihood of distractions by fans, meaning he could just focus on getting homework done, or catching up on practice, or downtime-

As if he'd ever allow himself downtime, that was ridiculous.

The Clubhouse made a good place to go, especially when there was a light drizzle of rain, so Steve would soon enough have company, in the form of a blond teen with a backpack over one shoulder that looked like it weighed as much as he did, and a duffel bag in his opposite hand.

Date: 2020-06-29 04:57 pm (UTC)
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Good lord but it smells good. Please excuse the teen's stomach abruptly growling as he was offering Steve a smile of gratitude. Plunking the duffel down by one of the tables, the backpack after with a heavy clunk as he glanced towards where he could hear the sizzle of whatever the man was making.

"Did you need a hand? I'm no cook but I can help out at least."

Date: 2020-06-29 05:22 pm (UTC)
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"I think I can help with that." Adrien couldn't help the faint blush at that smirk, even as he was already doing the mental math. Not a conscious thing, but he'd long ago gotten used to keeping a mental tally of everything he ate. But it should be fine. A small bit wouldn't hurt anything.

"Been really busy," He commented, going to scare up a pot to fill. He didn't look especially badly off, true. Too skinny, like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, but that was nothing new. "Need to catch up on just about everything, before Fathers new line prep starts. Homework, practice, patrols, the works."

Chuckling faintly as he slid the filled pot onto a burner, giving the water a healthy dose of salt before setting it to boil.

Date: 2020-06-30 05:11 am (UTC)
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When your whole life was a carefully scheduled thing, it wasn't easy to be anything but organized, whether you wanted to or not. And if he slacked, he knew his father would simply pull him from the 'distraction' of going to school.

"Well, I've got a little," He tilted his head, considering. "Since there's no shoots right now I don't have to try and cram my homework into the prep time."

Probably not what Steve was talking about using downtime for. Oh well!

Date: 2020-06-30 11:06 pm (UTC)
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The kettle has no idea what the pot is talking about, surely it's hue isn't that close to black!

"I'm from Paris, yeah. And as for fun... well, I get to see my friends at school," Adrien replied with a sheepish bit of a flush as he watched the cake coming together in the mixing bowl. "And I patrol as Chat. I mean it's not too different, people know me in or out of the mask even if they don't know that y'know, I'm Chat, but... it's different behind the mask."

Not that he thought of the black domino mask when he said that, but he tried not to allow himself that sort of introspection often.

Date: 2020-07-01 12:47 am (UTC)
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Rude!

"Well we do all sorts of stuff. Video games, skating, movies..." A faint huff from the teen as a wry, apologetic smile crossed his face. "I mean, they do. And they invite me along all the time, and I... well I come when I can, but Father doesn't really approve, and I had to fight tooth and nail to get him to even let me go to school. If I slack off too much he'd just pull me out and have me homeschooled again."

Date: 2020-07-01 01:45 am (UTC)
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"It's kinda slower. By about half, I think?" Adrien was no cook, but when the water was boiling, it wasn't too hard to get the pasta in, using it as a moment to think, to try not to let too much strain or stress slip where Steve would see.

"And... I don't know how to explain it really but being Chat Noir is... well, it's freeing. Even outside being able to really help people, I don't have to be something I'm not. I don't... have a lot of chances to do that as Adrien."

Date: 2020-07-01 10:16 am (UTC)
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Adrien had gotten... very good at that skill. At constructing a poker face that was believable for who he was supposed to be, that wouldn't raise any concerns in those around him. But that he was here, rather than back home was certainly a sign of the discontent that lurked underneath, Steve wasn't wrong there.

"That sounds kinda like something you'd read about in a comic," He mused thoughtfully, processing the story, the sincerity it was shared with. "But... with all the parts about it that they don't write about because it's too real."

A faint huff of sound as he gave the pasta a stir to keep things from sticking, time to gather his own thoughts a moment before responding.

"I... it's kinda the opposite for me. Like this, everyone looks. And for the most part I know what they're seeing because it's what they're supposed to. I mean, it's my job to make sure of that, no matter where I am or what I'm doing." Adrien lifted his brows on a wry, almost sheepish smile. "One of the unspoken perks of world-wide fame, you don't really have 'time off' anymore, even at home. Father, his assistant, the staff, they all expect basically the same of me. I guess... Chat kind of lets me have that time. That's not to say I don't take it seriously, I do, but..."

"It means I don't have to be 'on' all the time. And if someone is seeing something about me, it's because of things I did or said, rather than the image I'm expected to project."

Date: 2020-07-03 05:19 pm (UTC)
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"Y'know here I was thinking the whole 'ancient magic powers' thing was surreal but you might just have me beat."

There were some parallels there, like as not. Rich families seemed to breed dysfunction, for all Adrien wasn't ready or willing to call what he and his father had such a harsh thing. Surely there was a reasonable explanation.

He still offered a small smile at the light pat. "Yeah, I think I get what you mean. I can't really... do much as Adrien, but as Chat I can kinda... figure out where I fit."

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