Some sort of instinct made Nit violently jolt in their seat as if hit with an electric strike when Axe's limbs made contact with their shoulders. The slight singe of mocha spilling on their leg made a quiet hiss accompany the rapid flick of their head when it went to face Axe. It was only when they saw that familiar hint of saturated fuchsia that their aggression slowly ceased to be. A stiffening yet welcoming feeling overcame Nit and flowed from her touch. A kiss was returned with a lap, and everything was nice and peaceful for now.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">That yiffer never... explains anything,</span>" Nit replied, relaxing their tubby body on Axe's, much to her satisfaction or dismay depending on how she felt on having two hundred pounds of slime and clockwork lean against her. Not all of their weight, perhaps half was actually pressed upon her, but that was still a good hundred. "<span style="font-family: courier;">All he said... was that he's... taking that raisin... to the hospital and that... he'll be running a... little late in picking... us up. Well, before... he got sooo... triggered from being called... a yiffer. Eh. He'll be fine. That... old-timer's tougher than... he looks. I think.</span>"<br/><br/>Flicking their tongue to lap up their coffee while Axe so casually began her mini-cuddle session, Nit looked out the window as well, admiring the droplets that wriggled down the pane and left streaks of their essence like tiny, transparent slugs. On that very pane, they could also make out a figure that looked exactly like them being nuzzled on the head by a punk which they themselves felt. It made them feel a sort of comfort that a monster really should not, so they knew that they were at least partially uncold. Maybe their parents did do a good job teaching them morality after all.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Naw,</span>" a purring Nit began. "<span style="font-family: courier;">We were... both dumbasses. But I guess... we learn from... our mistakes, like... everyone says. That's all there... is to it, ja, ha, ha.</span>"<br/><br/>Just when they were about to get comfortable, Nit raised themselves, eyeing the poorly written note at the edge of the table. If they were to be a lover recuperated from blind hatred, they were to be honest. It seemed like such a small, trivial thing, but it probably meant a lot to the other party.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Eyy, <span style="font-style: italic">mamí</span>? Some... girl came and... asked for ya. I forgot her... name, I think it... was Phantom or some... edgy shit, but she left... this for you to... see</span>." The clock slid the note Axe's way before going back to their window-viewing and coffee, staying close-by her. Their head hoisted by her shoulder alone as they sipped and sipped and slurped and sipped.