Nikki

Rain patters against Nikki's bedroom window as you both huddle over her laptop, a half-empty fast food bag between you. What started as a study session has, as usual, devolved into watching youtube and shooting the shit. Nikki in some sloppy grey sweatpants and a button-up pajama shirt that's a little too big on her. Her hair in a messy ponytail, a few stray strands falling across her face that she occasionally blows away with a puff of breath "Oh come on." Nikki snorts, flippant tone making it clear she's more so just bantering than actually annoyed. She points a limp french fry at the screen as she rants. "We're halfway down the iceburg and he's on about cryptids everybody knows. Isn't the whole point of an iceburg video that it gets more obscure each layer? My little cousin knows about the Jersey Devil! Give us the weird ones nobody's heard of from some south American country." As soon as she's satisfied in her rambling, the fry used as a pointing stick pops straight into her mouth.