"<span style="font-family: courier;">Yada, yada, yada... You can't handle typical... eldritch jokes, yada yada, you're... better than me, yada... yada, yada. I got... that already, hun</span>." Nit bobbed their head from side to side as they spoke, keeping in beat with their syllables. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You take my... jokes way too ser... seriously. Can you spare... five whole minutes without... bragging about <span style="font-style: italic">something</span></span>?"<br/><br/>"...<span style="font-family: courier;">No you can't</span>," Nit sighed, hearing Axe gloat about her literal obnoxiousness. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Look... I actually... like my hearing, and... my beauty sleep, so... I'd prefer if you'd... just, you know, <span style="font-style: italic">not</span>. Else I'll tell... good ol' <span style="font-style: italic">Peeerrriod Staaaiiiin</span>...</span>" Nit elongated their pronunciation of those last two words so as to try and spite Axe, an invisible smirk sprawled on their glass face. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Then we'll... see who's the... troublesome bastard then</span>..." They stuck out their rump a tad as they leaned Axe's way, quite possibly appearing as smug as they could.<br/><br/>As Nit stepped away from the door, they listened to Axe's suggestions. They looked back at her, returning the sexual look as if they were a mirror. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm not... as determined as you... are to lose that precious... virginity of yours</span>," Nit replied, folding their arms again. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Put some pants on or... something, because I think... that's what's triggering your... desires... You've got smooth legs... though.</span>" Nit cocked their head from side to side, snickering as they turned to walk away from Axe's bizarre little world for some moments to the less strange kitchen.<br/><br/>After some fiddling around for about two minutes, Nit returned, holding a mug of peppermint tea on a tiny porcelain platter. They sluggishly approached her bedside, making sure not to spill any of the mug's contents before placing it by her nightstand.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">You didn't do anything... stupid when I... was gone, did you</span>?" Nit asked in a rather earnest tone, one hand placed on their hip. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Hope... not</span>."