"<span style="font-style: italic">When they're not yelling their heads off,</span>" Marcial sighed in response. "<span style="font-style: italic">I like to believe that they are...</span>" Behind their back, Marcial had their fingers crossed, praying to whatever deity up there that everything would go fine.<br/><br/>The blaring ring managed to mask out Axe's singing, but the tune became a tad bit clearer as she slowly approached Nit. Even then, their rage only intensified the closer she got, their jaws gradually opening wider and their pupil becoming molecular in size. Their bells even began to shrill more loudly, as if telling Axe to back off. At this point, they were acting like a complete animal.<br/><br/>Aggressive and combative.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Nit lunged forwards and grasped Axe's arms, pushing back and hissing in her face. They pinned her on the wall as they continued to make incoherent noises. For being so small compared to Axe, their force was rather plentiful. They did not do anything else to her, just look intimidating, although they pulled back the urge to bite her.<br/><br/>The more Nit stared at Axe however, the more they began to calm down, their bells skidding into silence. It only just occurred to them that they were acting extremely irrational, and they felt almost guilty about it. Their grip just so happened to weaken when they felt Marcial grasp their waist and yank them away.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">What the hell is wrong with you?!</span>" Marcial screeched in their face. "<span style="font-style: italic">Get a damn hold of yourself! What are you, some kind of monster?!</span>"<br/><br/>Monster.<br/><br/>Nit's feelings were a disgusting blend of frustration and woe. Their mind was filled to the brim with smoggy thoughts that were not even coherent, though one particular thought was that of everyone's eyes peering down at them like hawks, the talons of embarrassment digging into their shoulders and pushing weight into them. They remained still for a few moments, the blaring silence filling what would be their ears, before simply uttering...<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I... I need a moment..."</span><br/><br/>Yanking  themselves away from Marcial, Nit glanced around at everyone in the room, specifically Axe in a rather gloomy and recanting way, before hobbling back to the living room, hands in their pockets. Fulfilling his personal duties, Marcial followed right behind them, pacing with very brisk steps. He did not even last two seconds in the room, immediately hightailing back to the hall  after Nit's voice boomed at him to get the hell out. They did not use the word "hell", though.