[And suddenly there is warmth. The soulless husk of a person might not be able to perceive things with any cognitive input in their vegetative state, but the body still logged down detail, muscles had their own memory, and Flug can't help but be struck by how familiar this current action feels. Black Hat moved so automatically, caught him so swiftly. His claws aren't even digging in too harshly. It feels natural. Safe.
Flug reaches his arms up to squeeze Black Hat for support. Selfishly taking his time. In many ways it's like their moment at the altar but Flug isn't about to fall through him. Black Hat isn't going anywhere, not this time. Not if Flug has anything to say about it.
The longer they remain like this the more distant the bad taste of Fairwell and the doctor's ire become. Flug finally fixes Black Hat a look, contemplating.
You can't expect apologies from an entity manifested from cruelty itself. You can't rightfully thank them either. What you can do is offer a compromise.]
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Flug reaches his arms up to squeeze Black Hat for support. Selfishly taking his time.
In many ways it's like their moment at the altar but Flug isn't about to fall through him. Black Hat isn't going anywhere, not this time. Not if Flug has anything to say about it.
The longer they remain like this the more distant the bad taste of Fairwell and the doctor's ire become. Flug finally fixes Black Hat a look, contemplating.
You can't expect apologies from an entity manifested from cruelty itself. You can't rightfully thank them either. What you can do is offer a compromise.]
"Guess this makes us even, hm?"