wait what do you mean it's monday six

from an untitled WIP:

"Ladybug! Chat Noir!" called a teenage black girl darting across the street with phone in hand to—Émilie must be dreaming: the tan young blond man in red and black had to be the Ladybug Miraculous wielder, and the tiny young woman with flicking green-edged ears and a meter of black braid, the Black Cat wielder (whose was the poor grammar?)—but that wasn't possible, her family had searched for those jewels for decades—

"Mademoiselle Ladyblogger!" exclaimed the Ladybug, grinning at the black girl. "Haven't seen you in a while!"

The Black Cat flipped her baton around her hand and made to whack the Ladybug in the shin; he dodged. "Go on and mug for the camera, bug-a-boy," she said, a grin belying her sour tone. "I'll get the victim."