sunday six

from "Ain't No Mountain High Enough", because apparently this is the fic I am not currently stuck on, wtf:

Nino dusted himself off again and swore at the rocks, rubbing his banged elbow. "Funny bone, ha ha," he told the cliff face that was refusing to let him climb it. "Very humerus."

Adrien would laugh, anyway. If he didn't fall and break his neck.

He hadn't yet—checking the stream, still labeled as live video of the fashion contest Marinette was suppposed to be winning, showed him as much—but Nino's life did not have what he would call a shortage of reckless blond boys playing superhero without Nino himself able to protect them.