A tubby arm draped over Axe's shoulder and an equally tubby torso squished snugly on her backside, this time not necessarily attempting to kill her. As Nit demonstrated their affection so blatantly, they looked past their lover's shoulder to view the eccentricities on the screen. They were not really invested in the story, but they found the art style<span style="font-style: italic">quaintly interesting,</span>constrained chuckling created whenever it managed to deliver its anatomically incorrect glory. For the most part, however, they were quiet as they viewed the show, taking in the comfort of both the warmth of Axe and the fluffiness of the mattress underneath them. They were oddly calm tonight which to some who were familiar with their typical behavior could be seen as much unlike them but a long awaited relief.<br/><br/>A few hours would fly by, but Nit was still wide awake despite it being well into the next day. It could very well be assumed that the light emitting from the mouth of the laptop was giving them energy that their body just could not resist. If ever the jaws of the apparatus were to seal, Nit was more than likely to instantly knock out courteous of their other biological clock which was much more dominant over them than that of a human. Technically, it was not<span style="font-style: italic"> entirely</span>their fault for being so lazy.<br/><br/>Speaking of sleepiness, that feeling was gradually coming to Nit, peaking after around thirty minutes from then. Their vision blurred as their eye welled up from their tiredness-induced blinking, the vivid images on the laptop appearing like colored smudges of swole and activity. For a moment, to prepare for their typical resting, they arose from the mattress, loud creaking accompanying their sluggish descent, and began to squirm out of their baggy hoodie as if it were old skin, leaving their pants on. Their new skin, merely a black, snug-fitting tank top with the word "Eww" printed on it in sparkly pink lettering, was what they were concealing underneath. Shockingly, they looked a tad bit skinnier without their over-sized jacket which was placed at the foot of the bed. They also seemed to be fiddling with the hands of their clock face, moving them around with the knob that they could be manipulated by until they read approximately 2:01, being rather courteous with their sleeping time for whatever reason.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Don't get any... ideas,</span>" Nit cooed to the punk on the bed as they approached her anew. They said nothing else afterwards, for they had already toppled atop the bed on their side right next to her and grasped the covers to protect themselves from the icky cold. This would most likely not be their only method of doing so; an alternative laid right beside them. In an attempt to provoke it before they drifted away, they once again placed the same arm on that same shoulder of Axe's. Immediately afterwards, they were completely quiet, for they were finally snoozing; they did not even breathe, for they could not do so. The only sound that they made was not even voluntary; the faint ticking of their second hand, a thin stick of what looked like charcoal, was more than likely not that much of a nuisance, but a noise was a noise.