>>19346914Nikki sighs, then notices Coco’s black and red clothing left in a pile on the floor a few yards away. But as she takes a step forward, she becomes aware of how sore her body is, as if she had wrestled. Then she remembers. “Oh right, Coco. You had that match with Pizza Girl, didn’t you?” Nikki giggles. “Where’s my new title?”
Coco remains silent.
“Come on, where is it?” Nikki insists.
More silence.
She steps over to Coco’s clothes, searching for the Hardcore title underneath them. “Did you hide it? Come on, I want to show Madame Divine my new title. She’ll be so proud of me for winning another one. I bet she’d stop fawning over Carmowhatshername and reward me with another lambo. I mean, it was my birthday recently and no one got me anything, but I’m sure the gifts will come any day now. They were all just waiting for our great triumph to shower us in gifts, right Coco? Coco?”
Nikki is again met with the rare silence of her thoughts and her thoughts alone. And while the lack of mental chaos caused by Coco’s voice would have once come as a relief, Nikki now finds herself infuriated by it.
“Say something you fucking deadbeat squatter!” Nikki screams. “This is my body, mine! You’re just along for the ride! I’m in charge here, and any title you used my body to win belongs to me! So tell me where it is! When I ask you a question, you will answer! You will-”
Nikki stops as a servant appears in the doorway of the kitchen, looking at her. The servant’s expression is etched with concern, confusion and fright. Frustrated, Nikki throws Coco’s clothes at them. “Stop staring at us and go do our laundry!”
