"<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm not good at... romancing. I never was. At least... the "getting to know... you" part</span>." A suggestive eye rolled over at Axe, laying on its side and staring Axe head on. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I've only... practiced more filthy things. Coup's too old... for me, <span style="font-style: italic">mamí</span>. But... if she wasn't..</span>." Nit concealed a chuckle behind a sinister hand, fangs gleaming softly in the dim light. They seemed to be passing off Axe's disdain from mentioning the brutality of Coup's career.<br/><br/>Nit's laughing intensified a tad, turning into childish giggles as their gut was poked at. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Ngh... Not like that</span>," they tried to say in a gruff manner in between giggles. "<span style="font-family: courier;">And pecs are... like slabs of stone. Not the most... comfortable thing in... the world, no?</span>" Nit cocked their head to the side, still chortling away. They were quite the chuckly clock.<br/><br/>But just like that, their giggliness was short-lived. Scanning over Axe with a slight glare, they retracted themselves away, craning their neck back and down. They flicked their tongue at the girl in a show of distaste.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">You said you... wanted a stupid kiss</span>," they hissed, their tone teasing but still slightly souring. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I don't know... what you expected... either</span>." They folded their arms, letting the two intertwined pairs of limbs roost on their breast. "<span style="font-family: courier;">At least... you didn't kiss some... animal, like a... frog or a <span style="font-style: italic">turtle</span>..</span>." For whatever reason, they seemed to put great emphasis on that very last word. As if something about it disgusted them, or reminded them of something foul, something careless and whiny. Nit most likely grumbled the words "fucking scalie" before looking off to the side.<br/><br/>Their eye locked on Axe again, looking rather cold. Typical of Nit. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm not... gonna get so worked... up about that... though. I've got... Uuuuaaaahh.</span>.." Nit let out a great yawn, scratching their belly with their dorsal arms as they did. "...<span style="font-family: courier;">more important... matters</span>."<br/><br/>They blinked.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Hey... You've got the... time? Don't read... me though, since... my head doesn't... actually measure it</span>." Once again, the clock chortled, the irony rather jarring to them.