"<span style="font-family: courier;">Technically speaking, this... is your own... doing</span>," Nit grumbled, handing Axe the tea. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Lil' showoff, you."</span>"<br/><br/>Nit listened as Axe discussed about her unknown brother. The fact that he was described as being "green" was rather humorous to them. Even though they knew next to nothing about this man, they mentally jotted down another color to be added to this hereditary spectrum. They felt like asking more about the fellow, but they recanted the thought; after all, it could have been something not worth mentioning. But just to give Axe some sort of feedback, Nit nodded and uttered a "hmm" her way.<br/><br/>After Axe finished speaking, Nit gazed down at Axe, silently computing her words, before placing themselves down next to her, the mattress creaking under their weight. They placed a hand on her lap- physically cold but metaphorically warm- and continued gazing into Axe's eyes. Their own peeper seemed curious in a sense; it really could not be explained other than simply being.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I don't understand</span>," Nit began, starting to look rather somber. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You seem... pretty amiable in your... own way. I like ya, and considering... how introverted I... am towards humans... in particular, that's a blessing.</span>" They began tapping their fingers on her leg, getting slightly tense.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I also don't... plan on leaving you</span>," they continued, staring off into nothing in particular. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Unless I... have to go back to... the palace to attend... to important shit, but...</span>" Nit glanced at Axe, fluttering their eye. "<span style="font-family: courier;">But even then, you... could probably come... with if you want, check... the place out. Just... dress modestly.</span>" They nudged Axe lightly, snickering softly.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">But regardless... I won't let anyone even... <span style="font-style: italic">look</span> at you funny</span>," Nit growled, swiftly shifting their attitude. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Else they'll have to go... through me. And no one... dares screw with Lord... Matias unless they've got... a death wish. Or a vore fetish. Either... or</span>." Nit rolled their eye after finishing their tiny speech.