"<span style="font-family: courier;">I always do this... when I'm anxious,</span>" Nit grumbled in response, seeming to ignore the numb pain that resulted from it. "<span style="font-family: courier;">These... prosthetics suck for... feeling anyways.</span>" Despite their statement, Nit could just feel Axe's finger running down their saliva-drenched hand, which now on closer inspection seemed to have a large "R" carved into the back of it.<br/><br/>Nit haughtily looked to the side as Axe tended for their hand, feeling somewhat empowered like a true royal should in their opinion. Looking down at the knelt Axe, they muttered out, "<span style="font-family: courier;">You could've just left... me like this. You couldn't care less... about my well-being. Capricious human.</span>" The clock chuckled to themselves after speaking, believing that the derogatory statements they had claimed, as usual, applied  here.<br/><br/>Nit darted their eyes back to the girl, sporting that same damn smug look that they had been putting on for a while now. They noticed that Axe's face was dampened with what seemed like tears. Feeling slightly less hardhearted from viewing this and feeling the need to return the favor, Nit reached into their blazer's pocket, placed upon their left breast, and took out what looked like a pocket square, colored a saturated auburn, and handed it to her. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I suppose I should... shouldn't act too much like... A prick,</span>" they cooed. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Give it back when... you're done</span>."