The cushion of the couch mildly swallowed Nit's body as they laid parallel to it, positioning themselves as if they were a sarcophagus, arms over chest, but legs folded, destroying said grace. They quickly unfolded, however, after remembering what they had to do. Their bandaged hand delicately intertwined around the key when it fell on it, the metallic piece flowing between their fingers as they pushed it along with their thumb. Their eye smiled up at Coup, the only relatively respectful thing they have done in regards to her ever since they met again.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I don't know why... you're doing this</span>," Nit commented as Coup left to retrieve their food. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm worthless... to you. In reality, you'd rather... have me die than visit... that girl. Admit... it already</span>."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">It's not the time for sourness</span>," Marcial replied, watching her return with the grubs on the contrary. "<span style="font-style: italic">We've had enough arise from your intrusive criticisms, Mx. Forgive me for my words</span>." He bowed slightly.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Please... I'm not being... so selfish at the... very least</span>."<br/><br/>After everything was set, the pair bid their adieux, Marcial bowing right back and waving and Nit simply "peace-signing" her away. The apartment remained silent then for a while.<br/><br/>It was now 8 PM, three hours later. The dark was fast approaching, nibbling at the remaining blue of day and bruising it purple. This signaled the distant avians to silence themselves and take to hiding, while tiny crickets took their place.<br/><br/>The two royals remained at the same place that they were when they spoke with Coup. Marcial was crouched by Nit's side, setting up their head so that it read the time that it was so that they could sleep their twelve hours. Before this, however, they had a prolonged discussion about future plans.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"So you're going to visit Ms. Victors tomorrow, Matías?</span>" The advisor asked softly, a gentle hand placed on the lord's protuberant gut, which was recently filled with the flesh of cows, as he sat by them. "<span style="font-style: italic">And what if your leg fails to recover by then?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">The next day is... always free</span>," Nit hummed in response. "<span style="font-family: courier;">And if I don't recover... by then... Well, I refuse... to abandon her</span>." They caressed their injured leg with carefully planned delicacy. They jerked upwards. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Did that furry... get that complicated as... fuck suit for me? You know... the white one with... all those strings and... stuff</span>?"<br/><br/>Marcial's eyes bulged slightly. "<span style="font-style: italic">Mx... I thought you disdained wearing that outfit in particular?</span><br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Nah, I hate the red one... more. All those badges... and the sash and... Bleh. But anyhow, for... that occasion, I'd like... to put it on, just... to show how far I'm... willing to go, you know?</span>" Nit shrugged, narrowing their eye.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Why... I... I'd never thought</span>..." A gentle smile grew on the man's face.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Tomorrow, I want... you to get some... hyacinths</span>..."<br/><br/>His smile grew.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">And make... sure they're good quality</span>."<br/><br/>And grew.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Also, maybe... some sweets... Humans like chocolate best... Correct</span>?"<br/><br/>And grew.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Typically</span>." Marcial leaned, intending to fiddle with Nit's head to set their sleeping time. "<span style="font-style: italic">But no candy in the district is sweeter than you right this moment</span>."<br/><br/>The clock chuckled, blushing coyly. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You're so... clever</span>."<br/><br/>Marcial giggled right back, their smile cheek-to-cheek at this point. "<span style="font-style: italic">You know, your father and stepfather are asking about you</span>."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Tell them both that... I'm just fine</span>."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Alright. Good night, Mx Matías</span>."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Night, <span style="font-style: italic">viejito</span>.</span>" And the monster's eye closed shut.