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Meanwhile, Wayzz was having a slightly easier time than his chosen. After passing through the wall, his natural guardian senses had led him towards the Miraculous, across the huge, empty foyer and into the study, where he contemplated the safe. “So this is where he kept it, huh?” Wayzz prepared to phase through the safe when he heard a startled, high pitched screech.
“Wayzz? What are you doing here?” Plagg floated out from behind a large oriental house plant. The cat keamii’s green eyes were alight with curiosity and he clutched a drippy piece of camembert to his chest.
Wayzz gave the cat kwamii an enigmatic smile. “It's good to see you, Plagg. Post no mind to me- this is official guardian business.” With that, he phased through the safe and hauled the Miraculous out with him, floating back through the foyer. Back in the office, Play blinked, confused, and shot a suspicious look at his cheese before shrugging and swallowing it whole.
Back outside, Fu was having an extremely difficult time. Passers-by cast curious glances at the small Asian man who appeared to be in a heated debate with a security camera. The conversation went something like this:
“... Luigi?”
“Yes, Luigi! I'm here with a fabric company.”
Nathalie looked through the binder. “I'm sorry, Monsieur. There does not appear to be a Luigi on the list.”
Fu panicked and bit his lip, thinking. “... That's odd. Maybe it's under Gustave?”
Nathalie gave a loud sigh. “Monsieur, if you are wasting my time…”
“No-I swear I'm not. You see, my name is Luigi but I just remembered that my cousin Gustave made the reservation. It's a family business, you see.”
Nathalie looked over the tops of her glasses. “I see. Well, Monsieur, I'm afraid the only appointment we have with a fabric company today is with someone named André Galouse.”
Fu mumbled “Hurry up, Wayzz. Just because you're a turtle doesn't mean you need to be slow.”
Nathalie frowned. “I'm sorry, what?”
Fu looked up. “Oh, no- I was just saying that André the turtle-that's his nickname- he's my second cousin's wife's stepbrother’s nephew's godfather! We're very good friends, he works at our company:”
Natalie massaged her temples. “Can you provide any proof of this, Monsieur?”
“Past.” Wayzz floated into sight near the opening of the alleyway and Fu gave an audible sigh of relief.
“Of course, let me go get it.” He dashed off, leaving behind a very confused Nathalie, who, when confronted with the real André Galouse half an hour later, let out an exasperated sigh so loud the speakers echoed, leaving the poor man confused and more than a little frightened.