Most of Nit's weight was placed on their head as it leaned atop their palm which was held up by their arm pressed on the table. Despite their seemingly bored look, they were quite enjoying this... at least, to an extent. As Axe hopped about the stage, singing her singsongy songs, their pupil followed her around like a black puppy, loyal as can be. This next song dedicated to Scarlet was especially catchy as well, and while they were not rocking out in their seat like the majority of Axe's lovely audience likely was, their metal fingertips tapped the tabletop, soft steel raindrops falling and rising from the air to the table to the air to the table, tapping and tapping to the rather upbeat rhythm of the song. This was their first time hearing this song however, so they were offbeat pretty often. For the most part though, they were pretty chillax.<br/><br/>That is, until it was their turn for the invisible spotlight.<br/><br/>A stone plummeted to the bottom of their stomach as the first few notes played. It pushed their butt right on their seat, immobilizing them and forcing their eye to watch. If they were capable of perspiring, Nit would be filling buckets upon buckets each half minute. The tune echoed in their head and screamed as Axe was directly looking down and pointing at them, her posture like a powerful empress booming at her puny subjects. Something about her passion, something about her showing so much care for Nit that she was willing to dedicate a song for them made them feel stuffed with more butterflies than meat. They stared right at the stage, trying not to make eye contact with Axe every time she loomed over them but doing just that anyways. Nit felt absolutely sick. This kindness, this dedication, just... why? After all they had done, pushing this girl around, toying with her emotions like puppets! Now she is proudly singing this song to God knows how many people, one that was supposed to be their private theme song! Maybe Nit deserved this, maybe they did not, but Nit was for "nay" all the way!<br/><br/>Then the stone pushed. Pushed their stomach contents up.<br/><br/>In an instant, right after the crowd began to cheer, Nit leaped out of their seat and darted across the room, knocking over a poor woman in the process. With disgrace, with embarrassment, they sped around in an attempt to find the restrooms. Then they did, but they groaned as looking upon them they stumbled upon their greatest enemy.<br/><br/>Gender-segregated restrooms.<br/><br/>"Male or female?" The doors seemed to ask Nit tauntingly, the symbols peering over their pedestals on the wall "Oh,<span style="font-style: italic">both</span>? Go fuck yourself."<br/><br/>And in that instant Nit threw up, gagging up a blobby, translucent, and green stream of vomit, hitting the ground like pouring rain. Their stomach ached with throbbing pain, as if someone were tapping obnoxiously on it like a window. They tended to get insecure like this, and it definitely mattered.