Laughing.<br/><br/>This poor clock vomited profusely just mere seconds ago, and all these bastards could do was<span style="font-style: italic">laugh</span>and<span style="font-style: italic">clap</span>. As if this was<span style="font-style: italic">funny</span>. I don't know about you, Nit's consciousness growled. But if I saw someone, let alone a royal puking and appearing like they were punched violently in the gut, I wouldn't be laughing. Though, it depended who it was.<br/><br/>For example, if it were any of you assholes, I would be laughing like a damn psychopath.<br/><br/>Nit was feeling much better, clearly, but their temper was, as usual, through the roof. They grumbled softly to themselves, still rather upset after what had transpired. Laughing at a sick person who wanted to go home at first from how ill they were. People could be so heartless sometimes.<br/><br/>Much unlike Nit, of course.<br/><br/>From a distance, Nit could hear Axe's voice telling them to come backstage. Possibly to punish them for vomiting, that sick bastard. Sighing deeply, Nit raised themselves off their seat, still quite weak. Their legs guided them to the stage, climbing up the steps and displaying their hobbling hobble for a few seconds to the dismissed crowd before disappearing behind the curtains.<br/><br/>"Look, mamí," they began instantly after appearing backstage, calling out into the hidden magic room. "it was... out of anxiety. I'm not used to... having such grand perform... mances dedicated to... me. I don't  like it. It makes me... feel important and weird and....<span style="font-style: italic">gross</span>." Nit seemed rather open about this, telling the distant nothing exactly why things happened the way they did.