It was a typical Wednesday night for one Gabriel Agreste. He was doodling in one of his many sketchbooks, trying to get the creativity flowing. He didn't need to draw his designs anymore. He could pay any of the dozens of designers under him to design something to stamp his name on, but where was the fun in that? Gabriel Agrest appreciated a challenge, and staying on top of the fashion industry after two and a half decades was certainly a challenge that he revelled in. So he was doodling, flipping through the pages of an old art book and playing with a few of the themes and concepts he found. Soft cello music played in the background, accompanied by a piano and it soothed some of the frustration he felt. Today just wasn't going well. First his Akuma was defeated, then his son had the audacity to scrape his chair across the tile in the dining room without remorse. The boy even walked out of the door without telling his own father goodbye. Gabriel played with the idea of adding an extra fitting into his schedule or even putting him in a few brand meetings, but ultimately decided against it. For one thing, Gabriel already promised Adrien that he could choose his brand deal, and for two, Gabriel did not want to make the extra effort of brainstorming and proposing new collaborations right now. If he was going to punish his son with more work, it was going to be Adrien who received the work; Gabriel wasn't going to shoot his own foot in the process.
"Nooroo, why does parenting have to be so hard," the man indulged in whining for the first time in months. He couldn't allow himself to sulk too much. Indulging in his own emotions often dulled his sensitivity to others' he learned. Sometimes, it was just nice to let go of the stiff spine and slouch a little in his chair. Nathalie was at the doctor and Adrien was at school, so it was just Gabriel and Nooroo. With that thought, Gabriel took the time to loosen his tie and then outright take it off. That was better. The lack of pressure against his throat made it easier to breathe, in turn releasing the tension in his shoulders (as well as his back). Allover a stupid die. Cravat. Whatever. Garbel threw it off to the side, expecting it to land on his desk or on his floor somewhere. It really was unfortunate that he had to maintain a certain level of decorum at all times, otherwise Gabriel would probably never wear another tie in his life. He probably would never wear pants for that matter, but that was neither here nor there. Gabriel returned to his drawing, adding a flare to a skirt here, the subtle line of a bosom there, considered a pocket on a pair of trousers there…. Things were coming along slowly, but nicely. He could feel the creativity beginning to come more easily now and he would be ready to attempt a new couture design as opposed to an active wear or casual consumer line.
"Nooroo." Gabriel called. He realized he hadn't felt the pulse of emotion in some time. He startlingly concluded that that may have been why he was feeling more creative all of a sudden. The influx of stress from various emotions was more taxing than Gabriel had wanted to believe. Ever since he began wearing the Butterfly Miraculous full time he had been having a harder time brainstorming new designs and patterns for fabrics. He's been holding more contests in the last two years, not only to find fresh-eyed designers for his team, but also to help him find inspiration. Gabriel wasn't joking about gathering younger, more creative designers and stamping his name on their work. He wouldn't be taking credit for it, but they would be designers under his own label and it would be his right. Maybe he could let them work under a subrand? The Gabriel Line of Jean-Pierre? "Lynnette" by Gabriel?... They didn't quite have the same ring to them as just Gabriel did…. It would be something to look into anyway. Eventually. One day.
"Nooroo, what have I told you about shielding my empathy?" Gabriel said absently. He drew a series of peonies across a waistline, debating the merit of an empire or princess waist. When he didn't get an answer from the kwami, Gabriel looked up. He found Nooroo holding the necktie, eyes wet and shining as he regarded Gabriel with a newfound respect he hadn't seen in years.
"Nooroo? What is it?"
"Master has given Nooroo a tie!" The kwami gasped. Gabriel frowned, unsure what the meaning was. "Master has presented Nooroo with clothes! Nooroo is a free kwami! Nooroo is freeee!" The butterfly kwami began flying about the room, the red tie flying behind him like a bloody cape. Gabriel stared, dumbfounded before the reality of it hit him.
"Oh, no you don't, Nooroo! Dark wings rise!" Gabriel said the activation phrase, but nothing happened. He looked down at the pin still fastened to his shirt. "Dark wings rise! Nooroo! Why is it not working? I still own the Miraculous, I still own you!"
"Bad Master Gabriel has given Nooroo clothes! Miraculous magic has stopped working for Master Gabriel! Nooroo will take back his Miraculous!" And thus the butterfly flew at Gabriel's neck, a violet blurr across the immaculate white office. Gabriel covered his face and chest, expecting the kwami to attack him. Instead, he only experienced an unpleasant shiver.
"Nooroo will be taking his leave! Good riddance!"
Looking up, Gabriel saw that Nooroo had taken back the butterfly pin that had been his Miraculous, the previously x-shaped accessory transformed to reveal its true identity. Gabriel stood. The desire to chase after the kwami was strong, but a second thought stopped him. The kwami was already on the other side of the room. There was no way that Gabriel was going to catch up to the tiny creature, especially with its ability to phase through solid objects. Gabriels' beating heart and breathing lungs were not enough to stop the kwami, let alone a wall or window. The second thing that had stopped him… was Emilie. What good is holding captive a creature that wants to be free?" she had once said to him. "Karma has a way of coming back to haunt you."
Gabriel sighed and watched Nooroo dash through the window as if the glass panes weren't there. He still wore Gabriel's tie like a cape, and the bright red color fluttered in the breeze long past the point Gabriel stopped seeing Nooroo's violet wings.
"Goodbye, Nooroo," Gabriel said to no one. He sat back down at his desk, pitched forward, bracing his elbows on the desk and his face in his hands. This day could have gone better.