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[God...fucking damn it. He slaps his face into his free hand with a deep, frustrated sigh. He wasn't expecting much at all, and yet...this is almost like it's less than nothing.]

Wow. Fucking...okay? So you think I'd make a good babysitter for him, not boyfriend.

I think you'd make both? Taking care of each other's a relationship thing, isn't it? I wouldn't know, of course~

[ Because he's a selfish child who can't do that brand of "taking care" ]

But anyways, maybe it wouldn't work out anyways, 'cause the one he loves is me~ He wrote it on his phone so he'd remember and everything, you can ask him next time you see him!

[Hmph. That was true, to a certain degree, but if he let himself think about it for more than a second, something he didn't allow for often, then...he wants more than just accompanying someone on a night out while they drink themselves into oblivion. He wants to know there will be times no one has to look out for anyone, because in the end, he wants someone that makes him feel safe.

And in the end, he's pretty sure that's impossible in this world.]

Tch, I see, I see. So you're fucking stringing everyone along, playing with their hearts, mm? Me, mousie, banana jammer... Who else you got think they're your special someone?

[ He counts on his fingers, ]

It's not that many! It's not that bad~ It's just you, Toki, Nana-chan, Rex, I tried with Naoki but then I got scared. There was this other guy too, but I got rejected and now he's dead!

[ That's what happens when you reject Kano. Death. ]

[Maverick laughs, because he can't fathom that as not a joke right now, but there still the rest of that to consider. Naoki was stonehenge... Yeah, being scared was probably the right thing.]

Does Rex know you two are a thing? Seems like that kinda shit might get lost in translation pretty fucking easily when it comes to grim creeper.

Hm, I asked him out, and he said yes, so he'd better know! There were flowers and a song outside his window and everything!!

[ But Kano's going to stop right there, because it'll delve into the complete and utter mess that was Valentines Day, along with the fact that he stood Rex up that night, and he found out somehow, and he probably hates Kano, and Kano's probably a little scared of him too, and he's not really sure how to proceed with this. ]

Right now... I'd say our relationship status is complicated, though? Haha, I think I piss him off!

[Damn. That's really...taking the joke to lengths. He thinks maybe that odd feeling in his gut is admiration? Possibly??? He doesn't fucking know.]

Don't take it too personally. Most people piss him off, I think. And I know that you piss off most people, so there you go.

[ That odd feeling should be disgust, that's what Maverick should be feeling. ]

Hey, hey, hey! I don't piss most people off! Take that back! Aren't I always doing my best to be well loved?!

[It is neither admiration nor disgust, but that doesn't matter right no.]

Haaaah? Is that what that is?

Yeah, that's what that is! So acknowledge my efforts and love me already!

[ Hah... What a bad joke. This is a bad joke. He needs to go drown himself in sprinkles already. ]

[Gonna go ahead and roll his eyes again before going back to his drink. Sure, cricket. Sure... He can put up with the joke, anyway, and steer them to the closest shop that'll keep something as dumb as sprinkles like he's steering them away from this particular topic, now.]

I feel like mousie drinking is definitely a bad idea, but I guess I can't fucking blame him, seer shit n' all.

Hm, yeah, being a Seer really sucks, doesn't it? It's painful and distressing and hard to make sense, and you see all these bad things happening and you just gotta accept it, the fact that you can't change things. Must be frustrating~

[ Honestly, it sounds like the absolute worst, seeing into a future and knowing how things are going to be. It'd take all the fight out of him. And if he were to look into the future and see nothing but blackness like he'd always suspected there would be, the thought of that is terrifying enough, the nothingness.

But he's not a Seer so it's not his problem. Going to occupy himself in seeking out rainbow sprinkles now instead. ]

It ain't always so bad. I mean, yeah, it fucking sucks, you feel like crap all the time, but...

[He shrugs, perusing the shelves idly as he trails behind Kano.]

You can do stuff about the after. That's how Mama picked me up.

[ That's right, Ramona is a Seer. And if she's managed to get her shit together after getting her mind bombarded with death and destruction in all waking hours, perhaps there's hope for Toki yet. If his personality at baseline weren't already so wound up. ]

Eh... so she saw you in trouble and went to go find you? You're lucky.

[ Maverick was a kid, then, wasn't he... Was he supposed to have died? ...But then, Kano thinks to himself, why couldn't a Seer have seen his own mother's death and prevented that? A backwater town in some trashy neighborhood, the murder wouldn't have been important enough to matter, probably.

He can't find rainbow, so instead, he plucks the separate colors off the shelves and starts passing them over to Maverick. Red, blue, yellow, green, purple, orange, white. ]

Yeah. Obviously shit still happened, but... I dunno. She was fucking there. That's what I remember.

[They just gotta redirect all his energy. Like into stress baking. Because it probably wouldn't be appropriate to suggest Ramona's most favorite method of coping: having a lot of bombass sex...

Mav opens his mouth to say something, but he's quickly distracted by inspecting each of the bottles to ensure they are indeed different enough to warrant wanting to buy them. Nope, pretty standard variety of colors and not various dumb shades of the same fucking thing.]

White? Who needs white fucking sprinkles?

[ Thanks for not mentioning it, because Toki's method of coping is pretty much that, or at least it's something he does sometimes and Kano really doesn't want to think about it so!!!! have another five jars of white sprinkles added to the pile, Maverick. ]

Me. I need white fucking sprinkles. They're an important part of the rainbow, alright? For when they all melt together~

[Nope. All the white sprinkles get put back.]

[ Hey?? Even the first tube? ]

Why so discriminatory against white?? Don't all colors make white, or something? They should count, too!

[ He takes the whites back and holds onto them, pulling his jacket out to make a little basket with the hem. If he has to be the spoiled child crying and begging for sprinkles at the check out counter, he will be that child. ]

[Even the first one!!!]

Half this shit already looks the same to me, I don't give a fuck about what mixing them all together gets you.

Boo. My happiness is dependent on having these white sprinkles, Mav. Aren't you doing this for my sake? Be a little more considerate for my sake!!

[ Maverick doesn't even like sweet things, right? Sprinkles are sort of weird and chalky and not exactly sweet, but they're made of sugar and should count. ]

[...He pauses, quirks an eyebrow, and plucks a single tube of white sprinkles to add to his own pile.]

Nix three other colors, then.

[ Ugh, what? He has to sacrifice three colors in order to have white? Fine...

Goodbye, orange, green, and yellow. ]

[It's nice of Kano to let Maverick have a victory now and again. He sure looks nice and smug, now.]

Good choice. [Got rid of some weird muddy yellows, there.] All set, cricket?

All set~

[ He can always illusion back those weird muddy yellows, no problem; fake rainbows are just as tasty as real ones.

But alright, alright, time to finalize the payment and get the hell out of here. ]

[Once the sprinkles are purchased, Mav hands them off to their rightful owner and gets a move on. Enjoy it, you weirdo.]

Well? Ready to head back?

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