As Axe went on bragging about her achievements like there was no tomorrow, Nit's expression switched from smug to confused to simply disinterested. They stared at the belt as if it were a door. Or a piece of crumbled aluminum foil. Something uninteresting. Maybe it was because they were not much of a video game person, or maybe it was because being a champion at them did not seem like a real achievement in their eyes... Well, in this case<span style="font-style: italic">eye</span>, but their point stood still.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Niiice</span>," Nit responded to Axe's showiness in a sarcastic tone. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Now, uh, tell me... does that belt give... you dominance over an... entire hunk of land? The wealth of... thousands, right in your... hands? A<span style="font-style: italic"> significant other</span></span>?" They looked up at Axe, sighing softly. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Hun... you may be able... to beat me at fighting... games, but one particular... game I<span style="font-style: italic"> can</span> beat you... at? Life. And I'm not... talking about the board version.</span>"<br/><br/>Nit's eye narrowed slowly, almost in a lude manner, as their pupil became slit once more. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I ask you not... to try me, Weaboo Victors,</span>" Nit purred, carefully watching Axe put her prized possession away. "<span style="font-family: courier;">unless you know... what you're saying.</span>"<br/><br/>Mood was like a roller coaster to Nit at this point. The clock tilted their head, clearly looking upset at what Axe had stated. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Listen, you,</span>" Nit grumbled. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I think I've given... you plenty of liberties. Those insipid sexual... advances, not getting... your head ripped off after... calling me fat... referring to me as<span style="font-style: italic"> male.</span>.. Whatever. But...</span>" Nit sported a rather nasty-looking scowl as they were yanked from their seat. They ended up stumbling at first, but restored their serious demeanor pretty quickly. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You... could have told me,"</span>Nit grumbled, looking off to the side. "<span style="font-family: courier;">That's perso... personal crap, you know. Oh, and, uh, this... is what he sent.</span>" Tapping around for a moment allowed them to play the tune Scarlet had sent for a little bit. Snickering, they commented, "<span style="font-family: courier;">He said to... set it up as my... ringtone for you to... annoy ya."</span><br/><br/>Lightly twisting their arm around to free it from Axe's grasp, Nit's eye began to pulsate. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'd rather the... food come to me than... I come to... it</span>," they claimed, looking down at their blubbery stomach. "<span style="font-family: courier;">And since I'm... still hungry as hell... I'll only get... 'impatient'.</span>" Nit could clearly be heard slowly licking the roof of their mouth. "<span style="font-family: courier;">But if you're... gonna go, I... might as well go too.</span>"