[It takes Jiro long enough to come that Black Hat starts to think that maybe, just maybe, she's decided to abandon this line of questioning. But it's not to be, as nearly an hour after he tucks Flug beneath the table there is a familiar knock at the door. Black Hat snarls to himself and digs his claws into the tabletop, drawing furrows along the wood. He stalls for a bit, thinking that perhaps pretending to not be present will send the girl away, and conceding to himself that, no, that wouldn't work.
Ultimately, he teleports himself to the entryway, wrenching the door open with a jerk.]
What.
[And then he visually confirms to himself it is, in fact, Jiro.]
action....
Ultimately, he teleports himself to the entryway, wrenching the door open with a jerk.]
What.
[And then he visually confirms to himself it is, in fact, Jiro.]