six-sentence Sunday

Because I remembered to do this before Tuesday! Yay! From my series of alterna-kwami and -wielder vignettes, story as-yet untitled:

"Boo," chirps Chat Noir, out of absolutely nowhere and just as innocently as can be. Shadowvine is not the only one who shrieks.

Chat Noir's laughing, or is it better termed giggling? Either way, the tone of the amusement doesn't sound even a little mean. Shadowvine ducks her head. The chickeny roostery person huffs and tries to smack the circling cat hero on the arm, but misses and nearly trips into a pillar instead.