“Nope, nothing to add. Have a terrible day, your evilness.” he bowed.
Now that’s more like it.
“I shall,” he said with a nod. “Thank you, Doctor.”
Aku’s form began to warp and spiral rapidly in on itself then, and in a blink, he was gone.
“Oh.” She inched closer, sitting next to him and watching him with a frown. “Is there anything you need from me?”
Rumbling low under his breath, Aku sank lower into his seat. His arm was stretched on the throne’s armrest just behind where Lori sat but there was plenty of space that he didn’t crush or bump her.
“…No. Not unless you know something about a certain Doctor Gaster that I do not.”
“Fine, yes. I understand. Don’t lose your head, I’ll do what I can, but I can’t promise it will be a success.” He sighed. “I’ll talk to Azura for her cooperation, together we can probably find something of use.”
With that, Aku straightened himself. And as he did so, the gathering mass of tendrils quickly loosened and dispersed, allowing Flug to go free.
“Good. I am glad we had this conversation,” he said as his tentacles withdrew back into his body. One of them snagged the magazine Flug had thrown at him earlier and placed it into his clawed hand as if Aku meant to read it later.
“Now, if you have nothing more to add, I will be going.”
“AKU CANNOT BE CONTAINED, FOOLISH PINK CHILD!”
“Wait a sec, why do you care so much about her? Aren’t you a terrible ruler who cares only for his own successes?”
“Is she family or something??”
“That is none of your concern!” he snapped, eyebrows sparking. “I am her boss. That is all you need to know.”
His tendrils tightened even more around Flug like a fist about to close.
“Now, do you understand or not?”
“Shh!! Yes! As much as one who has known her for a short a time as I have could be,” he dragged a hand down his paper bagged face. “I’m trying to be subtle about this, I have a reputation to up hold, Aku!”
He made a zip lip motion. “If he won’t let me take a sample with his permission, I’ll find a way to take one without it. It won’t be simple, but most nefarious deeds such as this are.”
“Mmhhhhhh…” Aku’s eyes studied Flug closely, appraising him up and down. He didn’t like not being able to see his face. It left him with little to read except for body language and scent. Finally, he backed away a bit and stroked his beard in consideration.
“Very well,” he said at last. “If your words are truthful and you mean her well, I will lend you my aid should you need it. However—”
The tentacles surrounding Flug seemed to tighten themselves closer.
“If you are lying, I shall crush you beneath my pinky finger. Understood?”
“You are aware that if I get that sample it could /aid/ “your” Azura.” he muttered loud enough for Aku to hear.
“Oh but hey, if you ever change your mind, here’s our flyer and a number to contact us if you want to place any orders. Buh-bye now!” he tossed to Aku a red page littered with black text and all the information for the Black Hat Org.
“Not so fast, Doctor…”
Like giant shadowy serpents, black tentacles snaked past Flug to block his escape with their imposing mass. With the human (or whatever he was) corralled, Aku leaned down until his grimacing face loomed just feet away from the scientist.
“What is this about aiding my Azura?” he asked in a low tone that was both suspicious and conspiratorial. “Are you a friend of hers?”
“….Because it’s my job to aid the malevolent and the calamitous. I’m a tool in the iorn hands of evil.”
“Want our catalog, Aku? Because I have a feeling the Boss will have words if he finds you here.”
“Foolish sack-faced mortal! As the most malevolent being in this known universe, I will not allow you to aid he who bullies my Azura!”
“I think your beard makes you look cute- w-wait… I mean…!” she put her hands over her mouth, “Oh gosh… did I say that out loud???” her face became even redder.
“Cute? Bah!”
Aku folded his arms with a pout scowl.
“…I am not cute. You take that back.”
The Shogun of Sorrow 