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[A good way to put it, and a sentiment Mav would understand all too well if he wasn't giving a dismissive grumble.]

You really gotta still be holding my hand, man? Fuck're you doing?

Hm... You don't act like you entirely hate it? So it's fine, isn't it? Like how it is with Nana-chan.

[ There's always that weird look that passes over her face whenever he takes her hand, but she never makes it out to be a bad thing, and she always looks happy for it, so??? Kano's doing the same thing to Maverick because he hasn't yet broken his fingers. ]

[Oh? That pulls him out of his tired misery a bit. Maverick looks up at the other with a raised eyebrow.]

You and banana jammer walk around holding hands?

[ ...This was a terrible, horrible mistake. ]

I wonder how long it'll take for our food to be ready?

[OH???]

Holy shit, you walk around fucking holding fucking hands. Do you like Nana?

[He's leaning in to push back against the pinning and now gripping his hand back, grin one part elated, one part confused, and one part smug bastard. Does Kano? have a crush??]

Oh my god, leave me alone, I hold hands with you, don't I???

[ Let him go!! he needs to go stand over there by the counter to wait for their food so he doesn't have to talk about this. ]

[aaaaa no! He's latching onto Kano's arm with both of his, now.]

You also say stupid dirty shit to me! But when it's about Nana, you try to run away!

[ He wishes he had a hacksaw so he can remove this arm of his. ]

If I'm saying that stuff to you and not her, wouldn't you normally think—- Ugh, never mind!! I'm not running away! I need to go wash my hands before we eat! Hygiene, Mav!!

[uh no because no one could seriously flirt with him, duh???

also "hygiene" his ass, Mr. "two days off the ground makes food okay to eat".]

Oh? Well, then I need to, too! And I can come with you~

[Ha! Can't escape.]

[ The tilde in his voice is the worst! That's Kano's thing!! This is the worst.

But at least he can get up and make his way to the bathroom and pray that there's an open window or one he can kick through and escape from— no such luck, just urinals and stalls and sinks. He turns on the water full blast so he can drown out any attempt at conversation. Gotta wash his hands real well!! This is going to take a while! Mav should just go sit down after he's done!!! ]

[That would be kind of him, but Mav likes to pretend he's not kind, so he leans against the wall next to the drying stations with a playful grin on his face, fully intending to wait there as long as he needs to, even if it means they end up tossing their food because obviously the person who ordered it left and isn't coming back (or, if you're the weary employee that sat through their order in the first place, obviously the person who ordered it is in the bathroom getting handsy with his partner because they were a couple of useless horny teens and wow, they really don't get paid enough to deal with customers some days).

Maverick is oblivious to their misery, basking instead in Kano's. Kano likes Nana, Kano likes Nana~]

[ It's so tempting to smash Maverick's face into the sink. Maverick was hoping to have Kano vent his anger and frustrations today, right? Well, here it is, all the internal screaming he didn't know he had in him.

No, wait, calm down, Shuuya. As of right now, he has two options. He can kill Maverick, or... he can kill Maverick. No way around it, Maverick has to die.

Slowly, he turns off the water, and wipes his hands on his pants, because screw hygiene, hygiene can't save him now. ]

...I'm saying you're wrong. Nana-chan's a friend. But the reason why I hold hands with you, and say dirty things to you, and always want to be with you... you know...

[ ........this is the angle he's going for. this is the only way he knows how to save himself. ]

[Nope. Too bad. Given everything, Maverick doesn't buy it at all. This wasn't Toki thoughtlessly rambling and letting something slip, this was a clever little cricket with his back against the wall doing what he could to escape.

And so it takes him a while to reply to that because he has to stop laughing first. Genuine, delighted laughter, if that helps at all...?]

Ohhh my god, I can't believe you'd rather have me thinking that steaming pile of bullcrap over admitting you got a little fucking crush. It's not like I wouldn't fucking get it, she's cute and super fucking nice! It's adorable.

[ God. He was banking on Maverick getting flustered about it, but he really is adamantly against any notion of him being lovable, isn't he?! But it doesn't work and all Kano can do is stand there in defeat as Maverick has the time of his life. Terrible, awful, but a little part of him is happy for Maverick anyways. ]

I'm going to stab you with my waffle cone, Mav. Why can't you just let me pretend to be in love with you and let's not talk about this crush I may or may not have.

[He snickers some more, but you know what? That's good enough for him and possibly as close as he was going to get to the truth, so he goes over and throws an arm around Kano's shoulder.]

Sure thing, babe~ Let's go get you a nice, sharp waffle cone.

With sprinkles. I'm devastated now, Mav, so you're obligated to comfort me.

[ He hates himself so much, hates those arms around his shoulders, so he's going to wrap an arm around Maverick's waist and push out the bathroom door just like this, sorry all you McDonald's employees for having to see this. ]

Yeah, yeah. With sprinkles. Just lemme get most of this beer out of the way so we can get going and get you some proper sprinkles, okay?

[Ah, this has been such a nice boost to his energy again, outside perception of what this probably looks like be damned.]

Okay...

[ It really is exhausting being around Maverick, but at least he gets ice cream out of this, and— fingers crossed for a toy car or something. But also real sprinkles!! If they buy a whole tube of it in a grocery store somewhere, Kano can just dump sprinkles down his throat and not bother with the ice cream. ]

...You won't tell Nana-chan about this, right? You and me??

[Awh. That's so cute. He's worried about his crush finding out.]

We-ell... They say having some secrets can keep things spicy. I guess I could keep this whole conversation between just us.

[What happens at McDonalds stays at McDonalds.]

[ Nana believes he likes bees. It can only go up from there, but he also doesn't need any of this at all! None of this having crushes thing!! ]

If you tell her, it'd get her hopes up, right? Bad idea, Mav. Don't do that to her.

[A little part of his brain considers how sad, but also good, it is that Kano has enough self-esteem to say it would get her hopes up. Then again, he's a really good faker, usually... Hm. Time to go back to ignoring that little part of his brain, and ruffle Kano's hair before finally releasing him.]

Seriously, cricket, lighten up. I already agreed! These lips are sealed. Unless you, like, really fucking want me to blackmail you, or if you make it excruciatingly painful to see the two of you side by side because you still. Haven't. Fucking. Said. Anything. Oh, there's our food! Must've got tired of calling out the number and just left it out.

[ His hair, ugh! Instead of fixing the mess Maverick made, Kano just pulls his hood over his head and lets himself hide in the darkness, bounding over to the counter to first lick at the melting ice cream cone that's dripping everywhere, and second to root through the paper bag to see what toy he's gotten. ]

You're not saying anything and I'm not ever going to either, 'cause that's a bad idea! Like I said, right? Nothing's going to—- ...oh, hell, no...

[ No........

New things I'm learning about McDonald's in France, sometimes instead of a toy, you get a book with your Happy Meal and instead of a new Hot Wheels car, Kano finds an illustrated children's picture book on fables sitting underneath the bag. ]

Here, you can have it. For your book club.

[He looks up from where he's getting his things separated and rolling his eyes about Kano's stupid instructions, instead propping his chin on his palm and giving a wide smile. Something wrong, cricket? Whatever could it be? Your order was correct, right? You got exactly what you'd asked for...

With a laugh, he waves the book off and returns his attention to the drinks.]

You're in the club, too, dumbass. Besides, it's closer to your level, right?

[ It's a flimsy, thin paperback book, but he swats Maverick's arm with it anyways. ]

French reading level, maybe!! [ In the four years he's been here... he can barely read, yeah, this is about his level and he hates to admit it. ]

Alright, alright, book club time! Go on and sit down so I can read to you about the tortoise and the hare!

[This is another reason the book club exists... Just let him help out, kid.]

Uh-huh. We'll read it, and beat it right after to get your sprinkles.

[He will sit, body language much more relaxed, and start in on drink number one. Go on, now.]

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