Silently, Nit watched Axe as she paced around and eventually settled on her seat. They remained standing and silent, quietly observing, listening, raking their tongue on occasion. Their breathing was less heavier now, but it was still slightly more audible than it needed to be.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I can tell how... much you respect... me</span>," Nit growled, their voice not losing its hostile tone. "<span style="font-family: courier;">taking me to a... place where stenchy... weaboos roam about. Thanks, bitch.</span>" They placed their hands on their hips, glaring Axe down. "<span style="font-family: courier;">And you're going... back to teasing... my weight, eh? I told... you I'm happy... with my chub. Screw your... stupid workout</span>." Nit's glare intensified, appearing increasingly glossy from the sunlight. They muttered at least five consecutive swears under their breath as this happened.<br/><br/>They paced up to the table, slowly, but slamming their legs on the ground as if they were pistons. Also with piston-like force, they plopped themselves down on the seat parallel to Axe, most likely with enough force for her to feel it. Nit despised Axe's guts, skin, hair, and anything having to do with her specifically it seemed, but they did not want to seem too much like a grump. Even then though, they kept a constant scowl on their face, their pupil molecular and shaky like an ant struggling to stay alive after being smashed.<br/><br/>Nit placed their head on an altar created with their hands as they listened to Axe natter about Coup. Well, listening but not really paying attention per se. They picked up something about Coup being a "bajillionnare" and being a royal of rich blood, but that was the end of it. They did not even comment on said things, rather always replying with their bloodthirsty evil eye. Nit was clearly upset, mad, and tired all at once. The first two words were almost exactly the same denotationally, but it did not make anything better for Nit's temper. They merely nibbled on the pig now in an attempt to calm down, which had minimal success. At least it tasted nice still.