A good fraction of the nine hours Axe had been gone was spent by Nit casually going about the day as if nothing happened. As if the apartment were their own. In a span of nine hours, Nit had eaten at least two pounds of carrion while chatting with Vicky through various means for the last five. Some vulgar commuting went about via video chat just to mock Nit's actual partner-soon-to-be-ex even further while she was gone. It accelerated to unexpected levels.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: garamond;">Holy shit, dats long</span>," Vicky commented, her Southern accent pretty strong. "<span style="font-family: garamond;">How da hell are you just fine with this, bae? Being gone fo' so long means she done through with yo' ass</span>!"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Axe changes her... mind faster than... you decide to... drizzle on Lizzy,</span>" Nit teased in response, not seeming too phased by Axe's eerily prolonged disappearance. "<span style="font-family: courier;">She'll be... back before you... know it.</span>"<br/><br/><span style="font-family: garamond;">"Ya said dem same damn words three hours ago. Nitty Baby, it's almost midnight</span>!"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">What? No, it's like... five or some- WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK</span>."<br/><br/>Nit was trapped for a good fifteen seconds staring at the kitchen clock whose digital digits read out 11:57. They were so zoned out by this realization that Vicky had to snap them out of their trance.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: Garamond;">Nitty! You tellin' me dat you a clock when you can't even keep track of time</span>?" Vicky's voice sounded clearly strained from her exacerbation. "<span style="font-family: Garamond;">Call her or somethin'! I can wait</span>!"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Fine, see yo</span>-?"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: garamond;">OH! By the way</span>."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Eh?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: garamond;">Nice hole.</span>."<br/><br/>"...<span style="font-family: courier;">Thanks</span>." Pulling up their boxers and pants and putting on their shoes, Nit finally hung up on Vicky, focusing now on their true "lover". They called Axe's number, expecting an answer, but all they got was disappointment as they heard a familiar tune erupting from the kitchen. The song, that opening line, only served to infuriate them more than ever.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Beauty queen my... sort-of cloaca</span>," Nit snarled as they foraged around the apartment in search of an umbrella. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm gonna rip... her damn throat... out when I... find her.</span>.." They found one in a closet which albeit a tad small managed to be sufficient enough to protect their bulky figure. Pulling their hood over their head, they snatched up the keys Coup gave them before stepping out into the dreary, rainy night.<br/><br/>Nit's mood aggravated as their feet tapped on each separate step of the stairs, their sneakers squeaking quietly as they rubbed against the wet concrete. Their single eye scanned the area around them, and their legs kept going to and fro, directing the eldritch around. With the way they appeared and prowled, they almost looked like a potential delinquent. With the way they called Axe's two names, with such annoyance mixed in with some death threats here and there, it almost seemed like they might become such.