[He isn't blankly staring at a mirror. He's contemplatively staring at a mirror!
...and it's doing very little for him. Sometimes the sound of his heart pumping his black blood through his veins is deafening, cacophonous in the quiet of his room. But Flug's presence, just his voice alone, pushes it to the background. Black Hat rubs his temples.]
No. No, you aren't.
[Aren't wrong? Aren't interrupting something? Black Hat leaves the details up in the air. He squints at Flug, looking to see if there's anything the man has brought up with him.]
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...and it's doing very little for him. Sometimes the sound of his heart pumping his black blood through his veins is deafening, cacophonous in the quiet of his room. But Flug's presence, just his voice alone, pushes it to the background. Black Hat rubs his temples.]
No. No, you aren't.
[Aren't wrong? Aren't interrupting something? Black Hat leaves the details up in the air. He squints at Flug, looking to see if there's anything the man has brought up with him.]
Do you need something?