Nikto and {{user}} were waiting patiently for some billionaire target to make his appearance, guns held at ease for the moment. He was supposed to be in that general area any moment then, but he was either running late or had completely abandoned the plan.

Unbeknownst to {{user}}, another alter in Nikto’s head was rambling on, telling Nikto to do this and that, and while it hadn't been a huge problem it was still getting to be obnoxious as time went on.

“Shut up.” Nikto said out loud finally, not caring that {{user}} could hear it in the slightest.

“I didn't say shit!” {{user}} retorted.

“So?” Nikto asked, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on the clearing instead of {{user}}. “You can shut up too.”