"<span style="font-family: courier;">No, I'm not... taking fucking Quat with... me</span>."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: book antiqua;">Oh come on</span>," a rather peculiar looking eldritch with a giant spoon for a head cried, holding a tiny baby dinosaur-esque creature in his fork graspers. "<span style="font-family: book antiqua;">I don't want to be in charge of this thing! She's <span style="font-style: italic">your</span> pet!</span>"<br/><br/>Nit swiftly flicked their head to face the spoon man. They were slouched on a sofa, their groin pain from yesterday returning and meddling even with an ice pack. "<span style="font-family: courier;">A pet I... didn't even want</span>," the clock snarled, making the reptilian infant hide her face in fear. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Besides, apartments don't... usually allow pets, Stan. Especially dinosaur... ghosts. Stop wasting my... time; I gotta check... on something at the... apartment</span>." This certain something being the apartment in general. It had now been about four hours since they and Marcial left it unattended, and judging on the supposed demeanor Axe had in the complex that was not necessarily the best course of action.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: book antiqua;">Niiiiit,</span>" Stan insisted, his voice obnoxiously whiny. "<span style="font-family: book antiqua;">Blurm's gonna kill meeee!</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Tell Blurm to... shove it.</span>"<br/><br/>Nit hoisted themselves up and called out to Marcial, turning away from the silverware nuisance before them. Their black leather boot tapped on the ground impatiently until the old man arrived, having changed into a jet black tuxedo, very much similar to his previous suit except not as battered with rumples and burdens. Nit flipped Stan off with little regard before simply yanking the ice pack out of their pants, keeping it in hand, and staggering away with Marcial up front.<br/><br/>As usual, the chauffeur was summoned, and the duo was on their merry way. Nit placed the ice pack back in their pants for good measure, while at the same time doing...<span style="font-style: italic">something else.</span>Long story short, Marcial ignored them for the majority of the ride after hearing them sigh in relief on multiple occasions.<br/><br/>They arrived a little after Axe did, perhaps five or ten minutes later. They honestly expected to be the only ones in the apartment as they climbed the steps to Axe's apartment, Nit staying a little behind from staggering so much. After that little bit, the two approached the door tentatively, and Nit hummed a quiet salsa melody to themselves as they began unlocking it with the key Coup had given them, pushing it gaping wide right after.