[Flug's intuition as to where Black Hat warped off to is spot on. He's spent the time since his exit from the scene of the hire alternating between skulking about his room and scribbling out drafts on paper, most of which now lay crumpled up in and around a wastebin. This isn't a circumstance he's written a contract up to address before, so it's taking some time.
Some time that is interrupted by a familiar knock.
Black Hat doesn't answer the door immediately, though he does teleport close to hear what Flug has to say as clearly as possible, mindlessly scratching at his arms which, while they've stopped bleeding for the most part, have now begun to itch on top of aching. Damn it, he hates not being able to simply undo any self-inflicted damage to himself.
It's the offer to treat the injuries more than anything else that has Black Hat opening the door to silently wave Flug in - he's still quite angry about the whole 'showing your face to Virgil' matter, doctor. His tail whips once, twice as he strides to his armchair, expecting Flug to follow in tow.]
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Some time that is interrupted by a familiar knock.
Black Hat doesn't answer the door immediately, though he does teleport close to hear what Flug has to say as clearly as possible, mindlessly scratching at his arms which, while they've stopped bleeding for the most part, have now begun to itch on top of aching. Damn it, he hates not being able to simply undo any self-inflicted damage to himself.
It's the offer to treat the injuries more than anything else that has Black Hat opening the door to silently wave Flug in - he's still quite angry about the whole 'showing your face to Virgil' matter, doctor. His tail whips once, twice as he strides to his armchair, expecting Flug to follow in tow.]