"<span style="font-family: courier;">Eh heh heh heh hah hah... Eh?</span>"<br/><br/>Even before Axe began shedding tears, Nit could tell that she was once again hurt by their sour words. Seeing her like this was pretty paining. In an attempt to mitigate her, Nit tried to approach Axe, hand stuck out slightly, but not before being stopped by her offer for them to go home. They "furrowed" their "forehead", clearly almost as upset as her. It was more exacerbation than sadness, however.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I mean... Fine, think what you... want. <span style="font-style: italic">Coño vale</span>.</span>" Grumbling, they paced away from Axe, hands in their pockets fiddling about nervously. They chewed their gum much harder this time, their fangs piercing through the plaster like kitchen knives. Like the same metaphorical knives they used to unintentionally hurt Axe's feelings.<br/><br/>Nit never actually left. Hand hoisted on their rump, they looked back at the solemn Axe, blowing a bubble with the gum trapped in their maw. They heard her rambles semi-clearly, and they smugly rolled their eye in response.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">You take things <span style="font-style: italic">waaaay</span>... too seriously,</span>" they blurted at the grimly glum girl getting gloomy. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I didn't even say... you were awful, <span style="font-style: italic">mamí</span>. You were alright, as... in passable. I know... you're sensitive, <span style="font-style: italic">pero por Dios...</span></span>" Nit was heavily utilizing their bilingualism at this very moment it seemed, so they were clearly upset. They slowly approached Axe as she took out her razor, without hesitation this time, and allowed their arm to lunge at hers, clasping her thin, pale limb in its prosthetic jaws. Nit had a death grip going on with their hold, attempting to immobilize Axe's arm so that she could not do what she planned to do. This once again demonstrated their rather prominent eldritch strength despite, again, being shorter and stouter than Axe.<br/><br/>With their other hand, Nit attempted to take the razor from Axe's grasp. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Relax, <span style="font-style: italic">mamí</span></span>," they cooed in her ear. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Don't get so... worked up from... this nonsense. So what... if some ugly eldritch... said you weren't good enough... at your job? Why, you... can't stop, you've got... a living to make, and... you enjoy it. So pull your... head out of your... cute, round ass, eh?</span>" They began running a third hand through her luscious mane, gently and smoothly traversing the pink strands like one were to see someone do in a shampoo commercial. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I love you, <span style="font-style: italic">mamí</span>. You just gotta... try to accustom to... my hardheartedness, no?</span>" Nit simply chuckled afterwards, maintaining their position.