And such was that for the next forty minutes. It would be up to Axe whether or not she would forget about Nit's prominent informality.<br/><br/>Though, at the same time, it was not bound to go away any time soon.<br/><br/>Quite oblivious to Axe's sheer and logical exasperation even after receiving the text, Nit crept right back in her room, their smugness placed right on their shoulder. They were oddly enough not wearing their suit, but they were thankfully clothed regardless: an olive pullover hoodie with the phrase "I'm With Stupid" and an arrow pointing up, both printed in white, some musty khaki pants, and slightly dirty red sneakers that clearly saw better days covered all the parts that Axe probably did not want to see. Of course, she probably did not want to spot a single speck of them, but it was not like they cared.<br/><br/>Nit appeared a tad more bulky with their current outfit, and their gut hung freely like a pendulum rather than being restrained by a belt, but they much preferred its bagginess as shown by their fluid movement towards the bed. They clicked their tongue as they cautiously spied Axe angrily viewing her show.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Ey, <span style="font-style: italic">mami</span></span>," they began, keeping their distance. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Still mad from, like... an hour ago? If you... are, too bad. If you... aren't, cool, but I... bet you five bucks I... can piss you off again.</span>" Nit shrugged after ending their sentence, really doing well in appeasing their shoulder devil, arrogance.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I know you can't hear... me,</span>" Nit continued, lurking towards the bed. "<span style="font-family: courier;">or at least you... don't want to. Fine, fine. You do... you.</span>" Nit made themselves comfortable on the mattress, laying on their back. They did not even bother taking off their shoes. Spotting Axe's device on the bed, they scooped it up and placed it by the nightstand, paying particularly close attention to if as if plotting something.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: Courier;">You're so easy... to screw with. It's al... almost adorable and... hilarious. Of course I'm"-</span>Nit raised clawed hands. "<span style="font-family: courier;">-the big... bad clock bully, so... logically I'm a sadist.</span>" They laid back down, legs crossed over each other.