The cure for one is the cure for the other (PaperHat Fic) [Ongoing]

My dear doctor~

~Black hat's pov~

As soon as flug leaves for the bathroom
I waste no time in poofing myself into my
office.
I quickly sit at my desk to try and recuperate myself,

The situation has grown far too out of proportion,
I never ment for things to go this far.
Yet I feel like I cannot help myself.

I cannot fathom that I actually called him "dear" last night.
I cringe at the very thought of something like that coming out of my mouth,
But I had no control over it?
It just slipped out so naturally, like I've done it a million times before...

Quite frankly I'm just greatful that he didn't question me about it,

I hope he either didn't catch it, or perhaps he simply forgot about it.
Either way I seem to be in the clear...

Why would I care about what he thinks of me anyway?
...
But I can't stop thinking about him...

I shake my head trying to dismiss my thoughts,
I don't have the time for this nonsense,
I have to prepare for the clients...

I start flipping through the papers I left on my desk, left previously and have yet to process.
I have no idea who or what the client is or what they wanted from me, nor do I care.

But I'm forced to play along for the sake of "business" bleg.
I thought I started this business to keep my self from being board?
how did I end up doing this crap I don't even care about?

I then think back and remember,
And of course it's where most if not all my problems come from.
Flug.
I groan in frustration.
Why do I always go along with whatever he says?

He's the one who insisted that I put on this silly show to encourage big spenders to spend more "to feel special",
I cackle,
playing on people's emotions like that? Hah,
I swear sometimes he thinks of diabolical things I could never.
It sure is helpful having a human perspective on how to manipulate people.

He's pushy, but he always seems to be right,
I find that I never can say no to him...

He's always trying to out do himself and making bigger and better inventions and schemes,
It is quite entertaining to watch,
but I can't help but feel worried when he pushes himself too far...

I know he's just doing it to impress me,
But he already does.
He doesn't need to do the impossible.
I just wish I knew how to express that more.

Suddenly my door swings open with a bang.

Demencia what the hell?!

Espionage!!!!! She yells throwing both fist in the air.

Excuse me?? I say confused.

She coughs, sorry... got carried away.
She smiles sheepishly.

You're planning on committing espionage? I say sarcastically, raising a brow.

Erm, no, but it's a fun word isn't it!
Espionage~
she says while wiggling her fingers.

What do you want? I say tired.
I've got clients to meet-
I'm here on behalf of another! She cuts me off.
Oh? What poor soul have you roped into your schemes this time? I say intrigued.

Can't say! Client confidentiality! She says teasingly.

Right, right. I say playing along.
But as you can see, I'm very busy,
so what is it you need?

I'm here to spy on you! She says proudly.

I see...
But you do know the point on "spying" on people is that they're not supposed to know about it, right? I say plainly.