A streak of saturated green was streaked on Nit's face as they laid there, the warmth pleasing. They stayed like that for a good minute, raising themselves afterwards. A gentle eye pointed Axe's way, something she has likely not seen out of Nit before. It was almost surreal how calm they were.<br/><br/>The mention of a particular event, however, changed that.<br/><br/>That once taciturn eye widened and contracted its pupil, making them appear as though they came to a shocking revelation. Which they did. An actual broken rib? Internal bleeding? Hell, a heart attack even? Whatever it was, it was probably Nit's fault. In the state of rage that they were in during the "incident", thought was merely piffled summaries of what was occurring at that very moment without delving into much detail. So, they sent two people to the hospital in under a week. That seemed like something an eldritch beast would do.<br/><br/>Except no.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Yes, ah, hah, hah... It sounds weird without... knowing what... what went down</span>..."<br/>Nit's discomfort with the idea was clearly evident in their voice. It was that strange crackling that no other emotion could bring about. That very discomfort only intensified with the mention of Phantasm and Axe's equally strong discomfort with her.<br/><br/>At this point, Nit remained completely quiet. They assumed that there was no point in uttering any words if they just came out as clumsy consonants and vowels that flopped over on their backs and bellies every few seconds, creating speech that sounded more like a cacophony of stutters than it did a coherent language. They remained hoisted on Axe, sipping their coffee and watching the water slugs crawl down the window.<br/><br/>It was likely an hour and a half later when a familiar black luxury pulled up in front of the restaurant and cried out for its expected passengers. Nit noticed it and, sighing deeply, informed Axe of the news if she was not already aware and shuffled out of the establishment, throwing away their now empty coffee cup on the way out. The rain was now reduced to a slight drizzle, although the two still needed to move swiftly if they did not want to be too sopped. The Chauffeur did not even greet Nit when they entered the vehicle; the two creatures merely glared at each other for a few seconds. The dog would greet Axe however, since she seemed far more approachable than a racist alarm clock. Afterwards, the car began moving, and for the most part it was a silent ride unless Axe decided to speak.