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"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'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.]