[ While he couldn't blame the poor guy for being hella skittish, he... well, also couldn't blame him for ditching him, really. (Okay, he could a little bit, but he's fifteen...) Dick move, yeah, probably, but if the tables were turned and he'd just accidentally mutilated the kid, he couldn't claim he wouldn't have flipped his shit just as badly at that age. And from the admittedly very little he remembered, it had been pretty awful. ]
[ Even now, the Chat Noir that slips quietly into view from a nearby tree still looks half strangled by the ghost he'd just seen. For what it's worth, once he spots him, Sigma offers up an equally lopsided smile and a wave before delegating his good hand to the task of shoving him up to his feet. Graceful isn't a word that comes to mind, but he manages. ]
A-- Chat! [ That's gonna get hard. ] Hey, you alright?
[ Y'know, physically. Let's both gloss over mentally, because it's Fine. ]
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on 2016-05-22 11:39 am (UTC)[ Even now, the Chat Noir that slips quietly into view from a nearby tree still looks half strangled by the ghost he'd just seen. For what it's worth, once he spots him, Sigma offers up an equally lopsided smile and a wave before delegating his good hand to the task of shoving him up to his feet. Graceful isn't a word that comes to mind, but he manages. ]
A-- Chat! [ That's gonna get hard. ] Hey, you alright?
[ Y'know, physically. Let's both gloss over mentally, because it's Fine. ]