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[hmmm... He just doesn’t like Tyzias because Fuck That, he needs ordinary shit to feel safe...but a magical bag sounds worth it, maybe. Sort of. A little. With a hum of discontent, Mav unlinks a little multitool from his keyring and hands it over.]

That part’s a wrench, it should work. Might happen more often if you didn’t make it seem like a lot of the times you almost die, it’s your own damn fault.

[ Oh, what the hell? This multitool is way cooler than Tyzias' bag, and Maverick might not get it back after Kano's done unscrewing the steering wheel, unless he explicitly asks for it back. There's also the problem of how he's supposed to stick an entire steering wheel inside his pocket, but that's a problem he'll tackle later, and for now, he'll just clamp it under his arm once it's free. ]

What am I supposed to do, make it seem like somebody else's fault when I almost die? That's no good, that's no good~ Hey, Mav, which tool do I use to get this rear view mirror off?

[just ask for one!!! Mav would get him one for an early or late birthday present if he would only just...not steal it.]

If you want guilt presents out of them, yeah. And to be a super shitty person. [Let's see... He leans in, inspecting the mirror... Honestly, if he tried hard enough, he thinks he could get it off by hand...but that would be embarrassing if he failed.] The tip, maybe. Or, like. Fire.

...Or I could smash up all around it and then you could take it.

[ Hm, hmm~ Kano already believes himself to be a super shitty person— or, at least, he has the insight enough to acknowledge this, but has none of the motivation to do anything about it— but guilting presents out of people isn't really what he wants to do, because somehow, guilt is more serious and doesn't sit as well with him as more palatable things like blackmail. ]

If you smash it, it'll get all pokey... But better than setting everything on fire. Batter up!!

[Slim difference sometimes, Kano...

but all right all right all right all right, that's what he likes to hear!! He gives Kano a big grin and a thumbs up before retreating so that he can hop on top of the hood and take some test swings.]

The batter would highly suggest the crowd step out of the shatter zone for their own safety, but that's just him~

[He'll give Kano a second to decide, then brings the metal bat down in a chop close to where the rear view mirror is stuck onto the front windshield. It cracks, but car windows don't break that way??? Little chips of stuff are around, though, and it's definitely loose and weird around the mirror's base.]

[ Kano definitely hops out of the way, but he trusts the roof of the car more than the sides of it where the windows could potentially shatter and spray glass in all directions, so he's hopping up onto the roof of the car, a few paces back from where Maverick's smashing the frame. ]

[He happily takes several more swings before hopping off and giving the hood a smack for good measure before he moves around the back to get that window. wheeeee, smashy smash.]

[ Ellie really would have loved this— it's that thought that prompts Kano to get his phone out, belatedly, and snap pictures of the destruction. Some of it is the destruction; most of the pictures turn out to be Maverick's face going wheeee ]

Haha... don't you have good memories of this car? Beating the hell out of it like this...

[make sure people know he was just this happy because he was taking a bat to shit......his image is in such tatters these days.]

This is a good memory, too!

[It's a great memory! He's a little flushed with excitement as he bounces over to Kano again and holds out the bat.]

It's dead and gone, anyway! Send it off with a fucking bang! You try.

[ This can only help Maverick's image. Kano goes ahead and sets one of these pictures as his phone background and hopes Nana never learns that he replaces the photo of him and her with one of a gleeful Maverick swinging a bat. ]

Eh~ Smashing things? Is it really that fun?

[ He takes the bat and taps it on his shoulder like baseball players do for whatever reason, and wanders around towards the back of the car where he wouldn't accidentally hit the engine and make it explode or something. ]

Sure! It's...

[Hmm. He was already showing his hand by bringing Kano out here in the first place, admitting he felt the other would be missing his troublemaking partner... Yeah. Okay.]

It's like a chance to just do whatever, right? You bottle up so much shit without realizing it, and now you get to fucking smash those stupid bottles to pieces! Be free by being wild. You don't have to hold back anymore! Who's gonna stop the guy with the fucking bat?

[ This is where he thinks they're different- he knows he bottles up a lot, but he's never expressly felt like he's going to explode holding it all in. Even if he did, it wouldn't manifest as anger, but instead, he thinks he would probably cry, like he'd cried a lot when he was younger but it'd never solved anything, it only ever made things worse. But it still felt good.

Tap, tap, tap, the bat goes on his shoulder.

Anger... what's that supposed to feel like? He can pretend; he's good at that, isn't he? He cups one hand by the side of his mouth and fills his lungs up with air. ]

FUCK YOU, DAYBREAK!!!

[ And then he hurtles the bat at the back window of the car like a javelin, because stabbing must run in the family more than smashing. ]

[Mav doesn't really have a moment to consider whether or not he believes that outburst, as he has to dart a hand out and yank Kano over to him. The thing about car windows...is that sometimes things bounce off them, and in the case of something being thrown like a javelin? It tends to take the same path back.

His poor bat, clattering to the ground all sad...but it's better than Kano taking the butt of it to an eye.]

Boy, this shit really doesn't fucking come naturally to you. Okay first attempt.

[ why are car windows so much tougher than he imagined?? dangerous... that was dangerous, it would have been much funnier if it happened to somebody else but instead, Kano just sees his life flash before his eyes and is disappointed. ]

Why does it not pierce through like in the movies??

[ How movies are... hood bent and engine smoking, steel pipe through the roof and a car window. Lies. ]

Uh, so people don't fucking get a chunk of glass in their face when they get in an accident? And so movies are fucking interesting?

[Like...sometimes those things will go either way, but generally speaking... Safety!!!]

It's kinda like... You fucking hit it with a big enough area of the bat that it could distribute it and handle the stress, like a trampoline. But if you stab a fucking trampoline, the knife'll go through because it's got a concentrated fucking point and the weight of your body behind it. It shatters real fucking good once you get that little break point through.

[ There's a lot of science of physics behind this that Kano's never given any thought to, but... what Maverick is saying is... ]

Hey, hey, lemme borrow your knife!

[ If he throws this at the window, surely it'll pierce through. ]

No.

[Doesnt even have to take a second to consider it.]

Oh! Here, come on.

[He has to cross to the front again, for this...and he takes his tattered gloves off so they don't get dirty or caught on anything, which sucks, but it wasn't like they had fingers keeping him warm anyway. It takes a bit of doing, but thankfully these were old and useless, too, and eventually...ta-dah! Spark plug. That he promptly drops and crushes under his heel.]

Here you go.

[Have this itty bitty fragment and have fun.]

[ Kano stares at this fragment of a spark plug like he has no idea what it is— and he doesn't, he's never used ninja rocks before, and looks back up at Maverick with a frown on your face. ]

Are you making fun of me?? How's this supposed to work better than knives?

Oh, you sweet summer child.

[Yesss. This is what he was hoping for.]

Have I ever steered you wrong? Just fucking give it a try.

[ Has Maverick ever steered him wrong...? Actually no, he's always tried to steer Kano in the right direction, even with Kano stubbornly insisting to do something stupid despite everybody's best efforts.

So he gives Maverick one last suspicious look, and then steps back for a clear shot of the car window. His throwing isn't quite the impressive baseball pitch, but more the flick of the wrist one would use for skipping rocks, but even that much sends the piece flying straight and fast enough it hits the exact center of the window, and the entire page comes crumbling down. ]

...........................holy shit, [ he whispers to himself, stunned still for a moment, and then stoops to pick up the rest of these spark plug pieces to shove into his pockets. ]

[He can't help the excited little bounce of anticipation, because as much as he loves to beat the shit out of stuff with his bat, there's nothing quite like the complete annihilation that comes from the spark plug trick, or the look on someone's face the first time they see it.]

Careful. It's just the ceramic pieces that'll do that. Lot fucking harder than glass and iron and shit, but sharper, too. Splinters can be a real bitch to get out.

Which one's the ceramic?

[ He just crouch there and hug his knees until Maverick tells him which are okay to pick up and shove into his pockets and... maybe think about wrapping up first before doing that, because digging through his pockets later would be a real and literal pain. ]

It can't be right that they're harder than iron, right? Mother would always get mad at me when I break ceramic cups and stuff, they're way too easy to break!

[What a good boy that waits to pick up dangerous things and who also just says things to confirm even more than necessary that Maverick would fucking hate this kid's mom. Though being mad about breaking cups is a pretty...normal...thing. Whatever, he still hates her. Mav squats down next to Kano and begins pointing out all the chunks of ceramic.]

It's science. Has to do with molecular structure. Mugs and stuff will fucking shatter if you drop 'em, sure, but that's because they don't have a lot of flex to them. In...trampoline terms, I fucking guess, it's a tight weave versus a loose fucking useless net. You can stretch the net more, but it won't have the same strength. Ceramic won't bend, just break, so it's hard but brittle. Metal is more flexible, so it'll bend a lot fucking sooner, even if it doesn't break right away. You can actually sharpen knives on the bottoms of mugs because ceramic's the harder of the two.

[Isn't learning fun!!!]

Want me to get the other spark plugs for you?

[ Science is... a lot. But Maverick's explanation is easy enough to follow, with examples that he can visualize, and when he gets home later he'll be texting Ellie to try sharpening her knives on the bottoms of her cups. ]

Yeah, let's collect all the spark plugs~! But maybe not smash 'em, 'cause I don't know what'll happen to everything inside the bag if it tears~

[ He picks up one of the ceramic pieces, finding one with a large enough flat edge that he can hold it in between his fingers without worry. ]

Something like this could kill somebody, huh... But it'd be safer than a bullet? Because it won't explode?

Yeah. Way fucking easier to transport them intact.

[But he'll happily straighten back out, stretching his arms up to the extent of their length before he gets back to digging around in the engine.]

I mean, you can fucking kill someone with anything of you try, dumbass. I guess most of the time it's fucking safer? It's a speed thing, too, but for a general rule, smaller and cleaner you can get an injury, the easier it'll be to get patched up again. That's why they say "twisting the knife".

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