six sentence sunday

[alexseanchai]

from "falling hot and real":

Wayzz—or so Chat assumes—leads Alya back to the bushes. There's a flare of orange light and a delighted squeak, some hurried murmuring, and another orange flash, and Rena Rouge bounds up beside him.

"Huh," says Chat Noir, looking her up and down. Rena probably masses the same as Alya ordinarily does, but she's traded some fat for muscle—unfair: he's had to work for this buff physique—and colored and styled her hair; did the magic reshape her eyes or does the mask correct her vision? (Does it matter?) "I did not see that coming."