Nico rolls her eyes, though it's more amused than exasperated. That's Akiha for you, all right. Nico, however, remains undeterred -- even if the other girl refuses to show any real curiosity, she figures drawing it out will at least serve to irritate her, which is honestly good enough for her.

"Well, you see," Nico drawls in a lazy sing-song, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. "Nico's type iiiis," she stretches up on her tiptoes, until their noses are mere inches apart--

"Cacti," she plainly announces, and manages to retain a straight face for all of two seconds before stumbling back with a howl of laughter, like she just told the greatest joke in the history of the universe.