A bellowing groan escaped Nit's throat when they realized that Axe understood what they meant to say. They regretted having said anything about what they worried about at the moment; yes, she was definitely going to find out if she goes by her word. They wondered why they did not shut their mouth when she asked.<br/><br/>Nit decided to look over at Axe's book collection to take their mind off of their parapraxis. They scooped the first one off the shelf and, immediately judging it by its cover, placed it right back. It was, of course, a manga- something that Nit was everything but fond with.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Sometimes</span>," Nit replied, sounding clearly exacerbated. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Just not... this weaboo garbage</span>."<br/><br/>A tiny swear snuck under Nit's breath as they spied the figurines on the shelf. Axe was clearly on the verge of overobsession at this point, and it was getting rather sickening. This has to be some sort of illness, thought Nit, hearing the price of the Dio figure.<br/><br/>Six hundred dollars for broken anatomy done for the sake of trying to convey a big hunk of macho. Is that what the world has succumbed to?<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">It depends what... time you work</span>," Nit replied with a constrained sigh. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I have a... very strict hormonal... sleeping schedule. I gotta... sleep for twelve hours... exactly every night or... I'll wake up super... tired for some reason, even... if I miss it by a minute. So I usually... go to bed at... like, 9 or 10 o'clock... at night. Blame whoever... made me</span>." They stretched as they spoke, making themselves comfortable on the bed. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Which reminds me...  I can't give... you anything if I don't... know your birthdate. Not that... I really care or... anything. I'm not... much of a giver. Don't whine... now</span>." Nit snickered after they spoke, rolling on their side.