[Perhaps, in the future, when he's not roiling with rage, Black Hat will reflect on this moment. He'll come to see how things have changed between them, how things have changed for him. How this is an admission of liking something about Flug, and how he doesn't mind that so much.
That moment is not now. It won't be for a while.
He snarls wordlessly, his hands balling into fists. With a roar, he rips the bag in half, tossing both pieces away. Before him now, Flug's face- no, it's still obscured. The goggles must go. Black Hat rips them off as well, severing the strap with a single slice; one that doesn't, remarkably, do more than lightly scratch Flug's skin.
He doesn't pause to reflect on that face, one he's come to know so well, so much that the sight of six eyes fits more than the human two when he compares them in his mind. His hands clap to either side of that face, that face that should not be seen by any but him, but not to cause pain, aiming merely to hold it in place.]
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[Perhaps, in the future, when he's not roiling with rage, Black Hat will reflect on this moment. He'll come to see how things have changed between them, how things have changed for him. How this is an admission of liking something about Flug, and how he doesn't mind that so much.
That moment is not now. It won't be for a while.
He snarls wordlessly, his hands balling into fists. With a roar, he rips the bag in half, tossing both pieces away. Before him now, Flug's face- no, it's still obscured. The goggles must go. Black Hat rips them off as well, severing the strap with a single slice; one that doesn't, remarkably, do more than lightly scratch Flug's skin.
He doesn't pause to reflect on that face, one he's come to know so well, so much that the sight of six eyes fits more than the human two when he compares them in his mind. His hands clap to either side of that face, that face that should not be seen by any but him, but not to cause pain, aiming merely to hold it in place.]
THIS. Is. MINE!!!