A metal fist slammed itself against the tabletop once as a means to vent frustration without directly harming anyone. Outside of that, Nit remained completely quiet and still throughout Axe's rant about being a stout individual in two of the senses. Saying anything at this point would just trigger another hatefully caring  statement, and they just wanted to sleep.<br/><br/>Pulling their tubby figure off the stool, their legs holding up their weight, they sluggishly and reluctantly followed, their arms clasping one another from their anxiety. They ceased this behavior to call up the chauffeur only to return to doing it anew. As they watched Axe strut in front of them with exacerbation on her shoulder, Nit was strenuously attempting to contain their own, snarling on occasion and digging their fingers into their arms with the resulting pain oddly satisfying.<br/><br/>Axe's words echoed in their mind: 'fat fuckface', 'blubber spilling out everywhere', 'I actually give a fuck unlike you'... pretentious, obese, ignorant. The moment they stepped outside Nit paused all movement right in front of the entrance. They looked down at their beer belly; they used to be alright with it, now the blubber seemed like a parasite. They targetted everything, that fat fuckface. The cellulite on their thighs- enemy. The chub on their arms- fiend. Their fatty breasts- opponent. Their rather prominent rump- antagonist. Was that how they were supposed to think if they cared about...<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>? Nit's self-consciousness was their friend and foe, consecutively. It loved and hated them. It wanted to painfully heal them.<br/><br/>They did not want it.<br/><br/>Shoving those thoughts, those heinously complex thoughts out of their mind, Nit huffed pretty loudly before deciding to stand directly next to Axe to wait. They did not try any advances, romantic or just plain sexual, nor speak a word. Unless Axe spoke to them directly, they maintained their statue-esque posture, though it also attempted to look sharp and professional, legs slightly spread apart with arms cradling each other behind the back. It made Nit feel better about themselves at least.