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[Well, that's something at least - spending more time amongst monsters than people. Flug knew still what he was, even if his memories were false.]
I don't care about their memories. [I care about yours. The unspoken truth; Black Hat wants Flug, his Flug, the one that belongs to him, untampered, intact, unsullied. His. His, his, his.
Flug's suggestions are acceptable. Black Hat gives a curt nod, and fills in the rest.]
We found it, made the poultice, did your little science experiment, and then you vanished.
"O-oh." [Yes, that must have been jarring. Flug had the 'benefit' of waking up under the assumption things were 'normal' but Black Hat not so much.]
"Yes. Yes for your teleportation extension, from Mana! You burnt a.. bakery?.." [An indignant flash.] "And my notes!"
[Aren't you so glad he is remembering things again? HUFF.]
"Okaaaay... so far so good. Hm maybe I should be keeping track of some of this." [Flug mutters. He'll just go to get a notebook-- ANOTHER ONE-- from the kitchen.]
[Flug is remembering some of the more immediate details prior to his disappearance. That's some comfort, even if Flug is berating him for it. Black Hat huffs in response, not willing to bring up that argument again.]
Yes, yes. That all happened. We discussed it and settled the matter.
[Alright, maybe not entirely, but if it makes Flug stop harping on the notes thing, Black Hat is wiling to tweak those minor memories a bit.
When Flug asks about tea, though, Black Hat sits up a bit straighter.]
Tea?
[Is that really what Flug is going to pick up on? Surely he doesn't intend to walk out, does he?]
"Tea." [Flug reiterates. Do they... do they not drink tea? No he's sure they do. There's nothing conflicting about that. Does Black Hat think he'll make it wrong? Has he ever made it wrong? He didn't think he did? Well. It won't make itself while he's just standing in here! The arachne gestures.]
"I'm just grabbing another notepad, I thought if I was getting up, I'd... offer?" [But if you don't want any, he'll just head for the door, here.]
[Oh he does. He does intend to leave, and Black Hat, having not seen him for a week, had him whisked off from his own lair, is not having it. There's a flash in his, and a burst of flame, and suddenly the demon is between Flug and the door.
He scowls down at Flug, and none too gently grips him by the shoulders and shoves him back from the doorway, towards the bed he had just vacated.
[That flash of fire and the demon appearing gets a very strong yip of alarm; yeah Flug definitely isn’t used to his boss both being real AND his ability to simply pop in at a moment’s notice.]
“O-or, or not???” [So no tea??? Flug stammers, both unused to this treatment and finding it terribly familiar to older memories. He doesn’t quite ‘sit’ down on the bed, it’s more like a prolonged fall he tries to control and only manages to keep upright long enough to stumble backwards onto it.]
“Did. Did you want to ask one?” [Because Flug sure has a lot of questions about this sudden reaction. A few smaller eyes glances at the bed— this being here wasn’t part of it, was it?]
[Did he? No, Black Hat doesn't want to ask a question. Not right now. The warp to the door was half-instinct, a refusal to let what belongs to him out of his sight, where it could be snatched away in a flash. He stands still, staring at Flug.
Then, he walks over to the bed and sits down next to Flug, never taking his eyes off the arachne.]
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I don't care about their memories. [I care about yours. The unspoken truth; Black Hat wants Flug, his Flug, the one that belongs to him, untampered, intact, unsullied. His. His, his, his.
Flug's suggestions are acceptable. Black Hat gives a curt nod, and fills in the rest.]
We found it, made the poultice, did your little science experiment, and then you vanished.
[He growls.] I woke up and you were gone.
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"Yes. Yes for your teleportation extension, from Mana! You burnt a.. bakery?.." [An indignant flash.] "And my notes!"
[Aren't you so glad he is remembering things again? HUFF.]
"Okaaaay... so far so good. Hm maybe I should be keeping track of some of this." [Flug mutters. He'll just go to get a notebook-- ANOTHER ONE-- from the kitchen.]
"Do you um. Do you want some tea?"
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Yes, yes. That all happened. We discussed it and settled the matter.
[Alright, maybe not entirely, but if it makes Flug stop harping on the notes thing, Black Hat is wiling to tweak those minor memories a bit.
When Flug asks about tea, though, Black Hat sits up a bit straighter.]
Tea?
[Is that really what Flug is going to pick up on? Surely he doesn't intend to walk out, does he?]
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"I'm just grabbing another notepad, I thought if I was getting up, I'd... offer?" [But if you don't want any, he'll just head for the door, here.]
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He scowls down at Flug, and none too gently grips him by the shoulders and shoves him back from the doorway, towards the bed he had just vacated.
You're not going anywhere, Flug.]
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“O-or, or not???” [So no tea??? Flug stammers, both unused to this treatment and finding it terribly familiar to older memories. He doesn’t quite ‘sit’ down on the bed, it’s more like a prolonged fall he tries to control and only manages to keep upright long enough to stumble backwards onto it.]
“Did. Did you want to ask one?” [Because Flug sure has a lot of questions about this sudden reaction. A few smaller eyes glances at the bed— this being here wasn’t part of it, was it?]
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Then, he walks over to the bed and sits down next to Flug, never taking his eyes off the arachne.]