Stable Union

Chapter 2

13° - Safety welfare

His throat was strangely dry. It was common for him to feel discomfort from the elevated temperature in the halls to keep Demencia, 5.0.5. and the human out of danger of hypothermia, and it was common for him to feel his throat scratchy from the numerous times he grunted, muttered loudly, or yelled at one of the mansion's residents, but that uncomfortable dry throat sensation was not common.

The symptom was persisting for more than a week—and if he had a nose perhaps coryza would also be troubling him.

"Sir, by any chance are you sick?" His scientist asked, stopping the explanation he was making, finger still pressed on a specific part in the technical drawing.

Black Hat rarely questions the state of his health, given his abominable, immortal, manly nature.

"Don't talk nonsense." He scolded, certain that this had been a silly question with no basis in fact.

"You're green." Dr. Flug persisted with the subject. He knew how stubborn his boss was in such matters. He tried to raise his hand to take the temperature on the creature's forehead, which moved in reflex, avoiding the touch. The sacramento color was barely noticeable on that naturally dark skin—but Dr. Flug already had practice with these small details.

Black Hat arched an antenna, incredulous.

"I don't turn green ." He retorted. "Nor am I capable of getting sick." He clarified and then judged without evidence. "Your glasses must be dirty."

The scientist frowned as he looked at him through the top edge of his extremely clean glasses. That statement was a lie and his boss knew it. They had been living together for quite some time—and Flug had already witnessed many occasions where he could prove that statement to not be true.

There was hardly anyone completely immune to every earth virus .

"You should lie down." He advised, seriously, almost wanting to earnestly beg him to accept the idea. "If it is the Bad Flu, there is a great risk of it being highly contagious."

Black Hat grimaced at the idea.

"I haven't caught Bad Flu in a decade ."

"Exactly." The scientist said, pausingly. "It's a public health issue , Sir."

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14° - Unconditional love

"Who's the cute fluffy baby ?" Asked Flug in the most disgustingly sweet voice ever, playing with 5.0.5.'s little hairy cheeks, sitting on his laps.

Demencia grimaced, stopping pressing the buttons on her portable gameboy, and Black Hat made a sound of gagging reflex by nausea right before turning the page on his newspaper.

The bear was less than 2,13 feet and looked like a winnie pool with a sunflower on top of his head and a white shirt - Flug was trying to make him used to clothes for some reason.

After listening to the cute sounds coming from his father, 5.0.5. purred and whined cute sounds back. Raising his paws in the air.

"Is he brain damaged?" Asked Demencia, chewing on a bubblegum like any teenager without a single care in the world. She was trying to look like a badass girl, a feminine supervillain with a criminal record and a lot of dark make-up, all that just to please the ruler of the mansion. Her hormones were working their way on making her bleed once a month and give her the instinctive wish of getting as much attention from Black Hat as possible after she heard some other old villains say out loud how hot they thought he was (The girly magazines told her 'hot' means 'heavy on temptation' which Flug suspects she didn't really get it fully, but that's better - at least until she turns 18).