"<span style="font-family: courier;">Wait, wha- AGH,<span style="font-style: italic">¡ME CAGO EN LA MIERDA</span>!</span>" Nit roared out in sudden shock as they were yanked off the ground where they stood. Obviously, they were not used to anything of this sort. They felt an uncomfortable pressure right on their chest as the brawny Scarlet lugged the two out of the room.<br/><br/>Nit scowled Scarlet's way, their attitude once again rapidly switched. They were like a fat and agitated cat with their expression and the soft growl that emitted from their gullet. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I wasn't even... pissed this time,</span>" they grumbled. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I was... just being a... goof. But <span style="font-style: italic">noooo-ho-ho</span>, Axe had... to rat me out for, of... all things, poking fun at... her stupid weaboo collection. The things you... humans defend nowadays... What's next, <span style="font-style: italic">chairs?</span></span>" They rolled their eye, reverting back to their slightly bigoted ways, although less annoyed than they were a few seconds prior.<br/><br/>Nit casually listened in on Scarlet and Axe's sibling talk, snorting on occasion. They were more interested in the meat than anything else that could possibly arise in the world, but this was a close second.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">You know,</span>" they began sneeringly. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You've had plenty... of opportunities to cave... my face in, Axe. What, do you like... my hideous face that... much? Aww, how sweet of... you...</span>" A short clicking noise leaped out of Nit's noggin mechanisms, expressing their sarcastic cheeriness.<br/><br/>Just then, a particular "yoo-hoo" caught Nit's attention. Looking down, they spotted Marcial who was awaiting their arrival. He could not help but laugh in a jittery fashion as he witnessed the rather peculiar situation the two partners were in.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Well then,</span>" he chuckled. "<span style="font-style: italic">I guess you could say the fellow gave you a helping hand in coming out of your rut, Lord Matias?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Marcial, knock it <span style="font-style: italic">off</span></span>," the alarm clock snarled bashfully.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">This reminds me of when you were a tyke...</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">...Marcial.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">... and your fathers would always carry you around...</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Mar<span style="font-style: italic">ciiiaaal.</span></span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">... in that little baby suit of yours. Oh, you were adorable!</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Marcial, I'm so... close to just firing... you, I swear...!</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">... Well, I apologize, Lord Matias. I don't want to end up like Richard, after all.</span>" Regaining their formality, they greeted the others- "<span style="font-style: italic">Welcome back, sir. And hello, m'lady. I assume you're here to admire our 'art', mm hmm hmm...</span>" Marcial shut their eyes as they gently chuckled behind their shut lips.