Not a single friendly peep was laid on Axe. Not even when she once again began making her minor remarks. Not even when she claimed to love them. Not a single friendly peep was laid. If Nit did look, their expression was always a nasty sneer. It was the kind of look that only someone who earnestly and passionately annoyed the living hell out of the other would engender.<br/><br/>After a little bit, Nit looked over at Axe with a slightly less exacerbated look. Annoyance was still prevalent, much in character of them, but it was at least slightly alleviated.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm not going... to argue with... you anymore,</span>" Nit grumbled, staring Axe right in the eyes. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You think... whatever the fuck you... want to, <span style="font-style: italic">mamí</span>. I'm tired, I... don't feel like... fighting. I'm... so... Uuuaaah...</span>" They hunched their back slightly, looking off at the asphalt road where the chauffeur was to come and did.<br/><br/>When the car appeared at long last, sluggish steps were taken by Nit to the black dog's black steed, them making sure that Axe's magic dome remained atop their head despite how little they truly deserved such care. First went their head, which guided them through this crevice. It then laid itself atop the door with Nit half asleep. Their eye was just opened by a slit from how tired they were. As soon as Axe came in and the car began to move however, they knocked out completely, snoring softly a little after. Even when they napped did they look like a grump, a scowl sprawled on their face as they snoozed.