Nit could be heard growling like an agitated dog as Scarlet spoke more and more. Just when he began talking about Axe, they slowly lifted their noggin, their pupil now a thin, vertical line stretching across their canary sclera. Their grip seemed to tighten on the table, they themselves taking deep breaths. Nit began to speak, more pauses being added between their words due to their breathing.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Listen, Period Stain... I meant... it when... I said... I didn't... want to. Can't... an eldritch... rest?</span>" They sounded very annoyed at this point, snarling as they spoke. This exacerbation took them over and made them incredibly impatient as well. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You know... if you... want it... so bad... then why... don't you just... hit me</span>?" Nit stood from their seat, glaring up at Scarlet. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Go ahead. It's... not like I... can... fight back. I'm tired... from this crap.</span>" They placed their forehead in between their thumb and index finger before shoving their hands in the pockets of their hoodie, clasping them in hiding. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I know... you just... want... to hit me... because I... screwed with... your sister. Look... I'm sorry, OK? Does... that make you... feel better? If not... then go ahead. Clean this... one-eyed... bastard..</span>." Nit licked the room of their mouth, a soft exhalation following right after, still scowling up at Scarlet. They honestly had no idea what to think at the moment.<br/><br/>Marcial jumped back from Axe's sudden shout, looking absolutely horrified. His tiny eyes bulged out of his equally tiny sockets, and he was left trembling like a cowardly lion. The man stopped shuddering shortly after Axe began speaking again, attempting to regain his professional demeanor.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Uh hem... Anyways...</span>" Marcial rubbed the stub of hairy frost under his round nose. "<span style="font-style: italic">Not just stick yourself in, but to be able to stand them. Do you recall anything you did that made them caring towards you? Outside of... hurting yourself, I mean</span>." Marcial looked down at his feet again, scratching the back of his head. He chuckled as he heard Axe's suggestion, his head shaking side to side. "<span style="font-style: italic">Well, you could do that... But you ought to do more than that. Don't tell Matias, but they're potbellied enough</span>." The man laughed from his own line, this becoming a theme with him. "<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, ho, ho... I'm terrible. But anyways... All I can really say is, whatever you think is a good idea, do it. Again, I'm not necessarily skilled at providing relationship advice. I wish I was</span>..."