Coup... Of course Nit remembered her.<br/><br/>They arrived with austerity and left with loving envy.<br/><br/>All they could remember was that her face seemed like punchable porcelain and that she was quite the prodigal. That, and her ostentatious formality made them as uncomfortable as an eldritch androgyne meeting a human girl could be, as if they could not match her grace no matter how hard they tried. An entity more formal than the Lord Matias themselves- who would have known? But Nit would never truly hit that woman. No, not for all the wealth of the district.<br/><br/>Though, speaking of punchable people...<br/><br/>While in their train of thought, Nit felt a small nudge on their shoulder. Just from seeing a hint of pink in the corner of their eye, they instantly recognized who it was. Exhaling sharply, they put on an expression that made them look much more exasperated that they already were. Gently, they pulled their hood down, holding its sides with deathly pinches. Throughout this time, they did not glance at Axe once. Not even the slightest peep of skin was allowed in their vision. The awkward silence that arose after Axe spoke was only accompanied by Nit's threateningly heavy breathing and the ticking of their second hand. It was almost like a cruel melody that spawned from their sheer stress.<br/><br/>Now that Nit thought about it, they felt like they should have legitimately joined that spar. Sure, they were bound to be scrubbed cleaner than any other clock they knew, but their stress would have been reduced to a minimum. It was in the past now, one could say.<br/><br/>They faced away from Axe, looking up at the sky. There was nothing to see but endless blue; Nit just wanted to look occupied. Tightening their fists, now they were resisting the urge to hit<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>.<br/><br/>Oh, but what fun it would be to pummel Axe to the ground, watching her squirm under more than two hundred pounds of blubber and evil as Nit bashed her face into itself until it squirted crimson juice, coating their cold, steel fists as they loomed over her mangled figure and screeched obscenities to her in Spanish and English, leaning on occasion to lap the salty tears dripping down her face, the metallic blood enhancing their flavor and making Nit crave more so they reach in to clamp down on her scrawny, little neck and...<br/><br/>They blinked rapidly, their pupil pinning once again as they tried to suppress their viciously sadistic fantasy. For once, they looked back at Axe, raking their wicked tongue with their front "teeth", which was nothing more than razor sharp metal, leaving distinctive green marks on it that undulated and oozed slightly.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">What... the fuck... do<span style="font-style: italic"> you</span>... want...</span>." Nit huffed, their voice much more hoarse and aggressive.