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"What the- THAT BITCH!"
It was seven in the morning, and Nico was being far too loud.
A series of pokes and prods at Maki's back prompted her to roll over from where she had been sleeping, her displeasure at being woken so early obvious across her face.
"Nico-chan wha-" Maki started groggily, before being interrupted.
"Maki-chan, Maki-chan, look! Some young upstart stole the nico nico nii!"
Nico shoved her phone into Maki's face as she said this, a picture of some young, blonde idol on it. One of her hands hovered near her eye, the other reached out in front of her. Both of her hands had the middle and fourth fingers curled down, the other three were extended.
Despite some similarities, it was immediately clear to Maki, as it would be to anyone who wasn't a complete egomaniac, that this girl had not, in fact, stolen the nico nico nii.
Maki let out an exasperated sigh as Nico whipped her phone back around, her fingers flying across the keyboard - no doubt leaving some acid-tongued comment.
Nico muttered to herself as she typed.
"Who does she think she is, disrespecting school idol culture like this. What the hell does 'galaxy' even mean anyway?"