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Nathaniel walked across the halls, upset. Why did Ms. Mendeleiev have to be so strict? He was simply drawing on his Adrinette superhero comic that definitely had no shipping fodder whatsoever… But aside, it was no surprise to the boy that an akuma was coming to him.
“Are you tired of having your creative spirit crushed? Hawkmoth paused briefly before continuing, “Super Nathan? Really? Bit on the nose, don’t you think?”
“Better than ‘Stormy Weather,’” Nathaniel clapped back, “And also ‘Stoneheart’. But then again, what did I expect from the guy who named himself Hawkmoth?”
“… Okay, fair. But-”
“I mean, why ‘Hawk’? What does that have to do with butterflies? Why-”
Hawkmoth swiped at the air, making Nathaniel let out a small yelp of pain.
“Okay, stop…” Hawkmoth prepares his monologue. “I’m a patron of the arts myself, Super N. I'm here to offer you support. But I don't give this kind of power for free. I have a couple of items that need retrieving.”
“Just tell me what you want.” And Nathaniel was no more.