Asylum Paperhat (Villainous AU)

18 - Passion

Flug woke up to the sun beaming into his uncovered eyes, leading him to spontaneously cover them with his arm.

This harsh movement only contributed to him fully waking up. Of course, it wouldn't have been the only factor - after softly rubbing his eyes he realized that a couple of his body parts actually hurt for seemingly no reason, like his head or his neck. The neck pain could be just because of the sleeping position, which he seemed to never get right, and the headache was probably present since he fell asleep very late, disturbing his already poor sleep schedule. This time it was because of random thoughts and insomnia keeping him up. Many of those thoughts were, unsurprisingly, dedicated to Black Hat.

And, speaking of the devil, a couple of seconds later he could hear a soothing, quiet, yet ubiquitous voice of the demon that he daydreamed of very often. It seemed to calm down his headache a bit, also telling him that he needed to head to the living room in approximately 15 minutes.

He now felt rushed, but it wasn't too bad - he knew he would still be welcomed if he was late or anything, which was nice to realize. And yet, he didn't want to make anyone wait for him. So he abruptly stood up, heading into the bathroom and forgetting to even look at the time. He figured it was already day though, knowing that he wouldn't be up otherwise.

Still feeling like he needed to be speedy, he brushed his teeth, trying to not look at the extremely blurred reflection in the mirror too much, took a shower, and stepped back into his room to choose some clothes. Not having too many options, he quickly opted to go with some simple jeans and a slightly oversized shirt that didn't feel too tight on him right after a shower. He dried his hair with a towel for a bit, put on his bag with his signature thick glasses, and then walked out of his room, heading to the living room.

He tried to walk at a normal speed, but his overthinking brain still told him that he might be making someone wait for him, and he didn't want that, especially if that someone was his crush.

A minute or so later, he arrived at his designation. To his surprise, there was only his partner in crime waiting there, sitting on an armchair with one of his legs laying on the other.

Once they exchanged glances, Black Hat's somewhat bored expression became a more pleasant and even soft one, seconds later changing into his usual, a bit less genuine grin. Flug immediately felt warmer, smiling under his bag, but he didn't want to seem terribly awkward, so he came closer to his villain, sitting on an armchair beside him.

"Awful morning, dear Flug," the demon spoke up, still eyeing the human.

The doctor got a bit confused by the saying, but moments later understood this unusual, villainous way of greeting someone, though not being able to resist a hidden nervous smile. "Uh-Uhm... A-awful morning to you too, Black Hat."

Thankfully to the nervous man, seconds after he said this, footsteps could be heard. To be exact, it sounded like two people, which probably meant it was Dementia and 5.0.5. Further proving this point, one pair of footsteps was way louder and without any sort of consistency, while the other felt way slower and way less chaotic.

"Ah, here they come. Finally," Black Hat almost whispered, seeming more excited than annoyed. The scientist noticed this, getting a bit impatient, feeling like the things his demon is about to say were going to be intriguing.

The two friends then walked into the living room, waving to the villain pair that was already sitting.

"Come sit down. I have a thing that can quite pleasantly entertain us today," the demon said, glancing at the empty seats and standing up himself, making a table materialize once everyone was seated. The table appeared with a map on it, Black Hat standing right next to the new furniture.