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❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   adrien  ( @yangnoir ) .  

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍, the more Chloe's eyes began to glaze over. Every part of her wanted to scream, to order him to stop and let it end already so she could do better things with her time. She hated being stuck here, wearing an itchy dress her mother forced her into, putting on a nice façade for the public so Papa would get the support he needed.

Enduring this campaign event was her own personal torture; but, at least she knew one face here. She glanced across the room to where he stood and could glean from his posture that he felt as bored and unnecessary as she looked. Without a word, Chloe bee-lined through the crowd and stopped by Adrien's side, arms folded.

❝ This is ridiculous. It feels like he's been talking for hours! ❞ she hissed, just audible enough for Adrien to hear without disturbing those around them actually listening to her father's awful, droning speech.