[If Jiro could hear Black Hat through the network, she'd hear him hissing and swearing like there's no tomorrow, words falling to pieces on his gnashing teeth. Damn this girl, damn her and her inquisitive ways. And damn Flug for making it so that he can't simply end her and be done with the matter until the fog returns.
Black Hat doesn't respond to that last message. Instead, he's slammed the laptop closed and storms over to where Flug's body is hunched over, drooling slightly. He yanks a paper bag over the arachne's head, none too gently, and then pushes the body entirely under the table.
He knows Jiro, he knows she'll show up, and as he pulls a slightly-stained tarp out and spreads it as a makeshift tablecloth he berates himself yet again for not paying enough attention to the trap systems he's had Flug working on. Either he'd break the damn thing, or cause it to overachieve its goal of obliterating unwanted guests. He doesn't even know how far along the things are.
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Black Hat doesn't respond to that last message. Instead, he's slammed the laptop closed and storms over to where Flug's body is hunched over, drooling slightly. He yanks a paper bag over the arachne's head, none too gently, and then pushes the body entirely under the table.
He knows Jiro, he knows she'll show up, and as he pulls a slightly-stained tarp out and spreads it as a makeshift tablecloth he berates himself yet again for not paying enough attention to the trap systems he's had Flug working on. Either he'd break the damn thing, or cause it to overachieve its goal of obliterating unwanted guests. He doesn't even know how far along the things are.
His mood is very, very foul.]