The impromptu plan was deployed, working, though Nit had no clue what to do with it now. Their pupil could only follow the pair as they exited, and their body could only face them when they confronted them. No violent altercations. No snarling, fist-clenching, pupil dilatation, none of that. They did not even glare; a blank, expressionless façade covered their face and only emphasised their absolute monstrosity. They remained taciturn despite the the rage they had built up during the few minutes they were here and the obnoxious, pouring rain splattering on anything and everything. Taciturn, but almost in an eerie sense. They were never so quiet around people they knew until the distaste for them was absolutely unbearable.<br/><br/>The clock did not interrupt Axe once during her rant. They only gazed, standing completely still and disregarding anything else in their environment. All ears, except they had none. Every word that came out of Axe's mouth was caught and processed in Nit's mind, going through all the departments in the factory at crippling speeds until sentences were formed, and those were processed similarly until the entire speech was ready for interpretation.<br/><br/>Enter an awkward silence.<br/><br/>Nit was staring Axe head-on, not changing position in the slightest. Now was most evident that this creature did not blink which despite always being the case made them appear all the more fearsome. Silently ferocious, the monster gazed. Kept gazing, as if preparing a strike. Their right foot turned itself away by a few centimeters. Then, it rised above the ground as their left foot creaked back...<br/><br/>They were coming.<br/><br/>Like a cautious predator, they inched towards Axe with gradual, menacing steps. At least, they seemed to. Now they turned, quietly circling Axe and Marcus, keeping their sight on the girl in particular. Silent steps, not a word out of their maw for a good half-minute. They too had something to say about all of this.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Oh, boo hoo,</span>" Nit responded in quite possibly the gruffest voice they could muster. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm such... a douche, am... I? My quote... unquote 'insults' were... on par with a... twelve year-old who... learned swear words for... the first time. At least I... didn't call you... hmm, a <span style="font-style: italic">slut</span>.</span>" Their eye squinted and dilated as they spoke. "<span style="font-family: courier;">At least I... didn't criticise you... constantly for having... something you know... the consequences about... having and are.... OK with. At least I... didn't make you a... laughing stock when you... were in a coma</span>." The clock faced Marcus now, their gaze much more hateful. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Oh yes. You... surely remember the... drunk clock patron, do... you? You were... there, and you... probably laughed too. In reality, I... was puking from... anxiety. Axe made... my stress a damn... joke, just like... she is now.</span>"<br/><br/>They ceased their circling to directly approach the crouched Axe from behind, snapping their jaws open and leaving them open above her head. The warmth resonating from their maw was disgusting, resembling the heat of a deathly desert, and its moisture did not help with that. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Note the... things you've... done to me, but... yet I still love... you. I'm blind... perhaps.</span>" They nuzzled her scalp, watched the pink ribbons dance, then backed off.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">You love me,</span>" Nit desperately insisted, circling the two again. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You just... don't want to... admit it. There may be... one million people who... can treat you a... certain way, but, <span style="font-style: italic">mamí</span>... you know I'm one... in a million. I know you... too well, Ms. Victors. <span style="font-style: italic">Querido... mamásíta</span>, Penelope Victors.</span>" They chuckled softly, then began to sing a soft tune. Slowly, like a lullaby, despite the song being somewhat catchy in reality.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-style: italic">Estaba buscando, por... la calle gritando, eso me... esta matando... Oh no.</span></span>" Nit sung sinisterly albeit quite decently. The fact that neither of the two likely did not understand them was irrelevant to them, but if either of the two knew anything about Latin pop they would know that this was one of many hit tunes courteous of Enrique Iglesias and Nicky Jam. The slow and dreary way they chimed it emphasized the melancholy the duo created. "<span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-style: italic">Estaba buscando, por... la calle gritando, como... un loco tomandoooo-hooo... Es que yo sin... ti, y tu sin... mi, digame quién... puede acer feliz... Eso no me gusta... Eso no me... gusta.</span></span>" They took small, graceful strides in the rain, singing and dancing while the umbrella kept their one-man parade from getting drenched. It was more than likely very odd for the two to see Nit acting so eccentric, but perhaps more to Axe. They finished the chorus to the iconic song before once again remaining stationary, staring the pair down.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm getting... impatient,</span>" the eldritch growled, baring their fangs. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Either you... come back with... me, or throw away... your hopes of... getting a better life... to stick with... a pusillanimous dartboard. Or whoever... else you want to... stupidly be with. I can... be nice, Penelope. You just... push me to... the limit sometimes. Give... me another chance, eh?</span>"