The rapid raindrops were like noisy and nauseating kaleidoscopic patterns. It had only been a few minutes, but Nit was already sick of being stuck in this storm. They were just about to give up and go back to the apartment when, suddenly, a miraculous streak of pink moved in the distance before their peripheral vision. They could not make out Marcus quite yet, but they knew that someone was with her.<br/><br/>They knew that they had to follow the two.<br/><br/>Nit allowed the two some time to walk a good thirty feet or so ahead of them before they began to slowly tail them. This was to make sure they were not caught by either of them. They also walked a tad bit to the side, making them appear as though they were simply walking parallel to the two but heading somewhere else. Their true destination was set and apparent only to them.<br/><br/>The streetlights illuminated the dark streets splendidly, but the luminous fast food restaurant up ahead stood out like an obese, phosphorescent god beckoning its disciples. The skydiving raindrops were clearly visible in this display of lights as was Marcus to Nit. The mere sight of the dartboard was enough to make Nit mentally and physically cringe, to make them halt in place, to make them rub their "forehead". Could it be that... No, that could not be. That could not, shall not, will not.<br/><br/>The eldritch did not enter the restaurant, knowing that now was not a good time to present themselves. The girth of the window, however, was an issue. It was almost like the restaurant was made out of glass more than it was out of bricks. Thinking hastily, they hid themselves from the view of the uncomfortably elongated window, standing somewhere between two newspaper racks in front of a brick wall and making sure that not an inch of their clothing stuck out for either of the two to catch while at the same time being able to see them talk. What Axe and Marcus uttered was not necessarily clear; thanks to the window, their words were condensed into muffled piffle. Considering the words that they spewed however, Nit would have likely preferred to not hear them anyways.<br/><br/>This whole scenario, the stress that slithered around Nit's body, around and around until it was able to tightly squeeze any good vibes out of them as if they were a tube of toothpaste, was debilitating. They thought about how late it was, how much they were sacrificing just to get Axe to come back. But she just kept running, running, running from them as if they were some sort of bloodthirsty monster she had to escape, one she knew would tear her apart once it had her in its cold, merciless grasp. Axe had her reasons to flee from Nit, but they had their reasons to pursue her. An unbalanced balance in their dysfunctional relationship that created and destroyed love.<br/><br/>Nit planned to keep the part that created.<br/><br/>Slowly, they approached the window, already regretting their decision. But they had to; their typically hard heart told them that they must. Three hands placed themselves on the pane while one held up their umbrella still, one of their fingers tapping lightly on it to catch either of the two's attention, but particularly Axe's. Whether Axe decided to look or not, Nit would always have their sight on Axe. Their hooded face was dark and menacing, making them appear as they were to do harm to her when in reality they wished to perform the antithesis. It was difficult to appear friendly when one had the reputation of resembling and being a monster.