[It likely speaks worlds that Black Hat doesn't force the issue beyond a second, more insistent nudge. It's probably the closest he's capable of to getting to an apology; granting Flug this moment. He won't hide his distaste for it, though.]
What else is there? You sat about like a marionette with its strings cut for days, only moving when I took the time to make you. [He grimaces. There was one thing - well, hiding it won't get him anywhere, will it?] I'm sure you'll be pleased to know your absence was noted by one other person. Something about Jiro wanting wheels for her feet.
[Just when he feels like his tolerance for this... this hug is about to snap, Flug breaks it. Not entirely, of course, but the straightening of his tie is a peace offering he can accept. Flug mussed it in the first place, by falling forward.]
Of course you aren't. [He scoffs, forcing it just a bit too much.] I took very good care of your body. [Gratitude for Flug's understanding? What is that? But no, there is a relief to knowing that he's not royally screwed the pooch between them and driven off his most loyal companion. Dismissiveness is merely how he expresses it.
There's a noticeable pause before he speaks again. A strange week? What an apt description.
Black Hat is no stranger to solitude. Even at the manor, prior to all this, he often kept himself apart from the minions living in his domicile. That they were allowed to live with him at all was a matter of convenience - keep the inner circle closest, and you can keep a tighter hold over them. But here... he can't claim to have missed Flug, not in a way that would be understood by him. He knew Flug would come back - he had to, that was how things worked in this place - but the arachne's absence and the knowledge of why he was absent had felt off. Something was misplaced, and he couldn't find it. He could only keep its container in decent shape.]
Aside from that, it was... [He trails off again, looking for the right words.] ...unusual. I don't like to be kept waiting, Flug, you know that. But the fog clearly had other ideas, didn't it.
[When he's satisfied that Flug has corrected the tie, Black Hat draws back a step, still keeping a hand on Flug's shoulder just in case.]
Besides, it's not like the whole thing was a waste.
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What else is there? You sat about like a marionette with its strings cut for days, only moving when I took the time to make you. [He grimaces. There was one thing - well, hiding it won't get him anywhere, will it?] I'm sure you'll be pleased to know your absence was noted by one other person. Something about Jiro wanting wheels for her feet.
[Just when he feels like his tolerance for this... this hug is about to snap, Flug breaks it. Not entirely, of course, but the straightening of his tie is a peace offering he can accept. Flug mussed it in the first place, by falling forward.]
Of course you aren't. [He scoffs, forcing it just a bit too much.] I took very good care of your body. [Gratitude for Flug's understanding? What is that? But no, there is a relief to knowing that he's not royally screwed the pooch between them and driven off his most loyal companion. Dismissiveness is merely how he expresses it.
There's a noticeable pause before he speaks again. A strange week? What an apt description.
Black Hat is no stranger to solitude. Even at the manor, prior to all this, he often kept himself apart from the minions living in his domicile. That they were allowed to live with him at all was a matter of convenience - keep the inner circle closest, and you can keep a tighter hold over them. But here... he can't claim to have missed Flug, not in a way that would be understood by him. He knew Flug would come back - he had to, that was how things worked in this place - but the arachne's absence and the knowledge of why he was absent had felt off. Something was misplaced, and he couldn't find it. He could only keep its container in decent shape.]
Aside from that, it was... [He trails off again, looking for the right words.] ...unusual. I don't like to be kept waiting, Flug, you know that. But the fog clearly had other ideas, didn't it.
[When he's satisfied that Flug has corrected the tie, Black Hat draws back a step, still keeping a hand on Flug's shoulder just in case.]
Besides, it's not like the whole thing was a waste.