"<span style="font-family: courier;">Sick? No. I just... make healthier choices... than you think,</span>" Nit snickered right back, as if communicating to her in a language entirely composed of laughs. It only lasted for a few moments, though. They followed Axe again, like a loyal pet of some sort, and leaned atop the counter once given the opportunity. It was a lot more comfortable than they were expecting it to be, although it was probably because they were a lazy individual that could rest anywhere at any time.<br/><br/>The clock perked up from their spot from hearing such a ludicrous quandary. Not that they were not used to sexual advances by Axe at this point, but it seemed like an odd time and place to bring one up. Thank goodness for the curse.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Sshhut up,</span>" Nit demanded coyly. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You think... we can discuss this after we leave... or something? Like... My gosh.</span>" Grumbling, Nit added, "<span style="font-family: courier;">To answer your... question, no. We're not close... enough... yet.</span>" A ghostly, metal hand snaked towards Axe, booping her nose right when they said the last word. As of now, this could quite possibly be the nicest they've been towards the girl ever since they met.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I really can't... afford to get... beat up again,</span>" the clock teased, casually tilting their rump upwards like they lived here. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Those... bills add up, and... I'm not inde... structable.</span>" They picked up their coffee with two hands. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm an el... dritch that goes... by their word. I rarely... ever falter.</span>" One statement there was clearly a lie, but it was best not to point that out now that Nit was in a good mood. This was a moment to be savored.<br/><br/>Nit's long tongue reached and picked off some of the whipped cream on top of their drink as they stepped towards the table. Plopping on the opposite end, they watched as Axe downed her food with a constant ogle. The fact that she had something to eat only intensified Nit's insatiable munchies despite their disdain towards the food here. Regardless, they kept that to themselves and continued drinking.<br/><br/>A sudden thought came to mind. Nit's ogle mutated into an expressionless gaze.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">So... Uhm...</span>" The swift melody of their foot tapping paused them. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Care to tell... me what you were... doing with that... Marcus fellow? Were you... cheating already?</span>" Their tone was rather awkward; while it sounded interrogative, it also had a hint of playful mockery. At least they were not<span style="font-style: italic"> too </span>upset; who knows what they would do if they were?