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Of course I did!! I wanted to hear your beautiful voice~ How dare you deprive me of that, Mav!

[ Have a bright chipper voice shouting in your ear at ass o'clock at night. Wakey wakey. ]

Ughhh.

[The groan gets a little more distant toward the end, since he moves the phone away from himself. So loud... Thank god he's still drunk.]

So stupid... What d'you really want, cricket?

That's my question to you, isn't it? Texting me at such a weird time of night, so I'm making you suffer with me~ Was your night out with Toki so terrible that you had to tell me the bad news ASAP?

[ ...actually—- ]

Wait- hey! What happened to Toki!? Is Toki with you?? Did you leave him all by himself? Mav!!!!!

[He sure knows a lot of chatterboxes... And yet very little is actually said, huh? That's weird.]

I'm stupid, not that fucking stupid. He's going back, he's fine.

[ a deep breath, that he exhales harshly into the speaker, bc Maverick can't see the incredulity in the face he'd be making if somebody were there to see it. ]

You sent him home, but you didn't go home too. Are you sure you're not that fucking stupid?

Nooo, I am going home!

[gosh!!! And ugh, he hates that when he's this drunk, it's harder to keep out that whine in his tone. This is why he didn't want to talk. Stupid cricket, stupid voice, stupid...stupid.]

Other home. Where it's jus' my room.

[ Other home, but the place he thinks of first when he thinks of the word home, not the dorms. Must be nice to have a place like that, with somebody you know is there, but somebody who'd give you room and probably not ask questions about why you're coming home near four in the morning falling down drunk, they'd just bring you a glass of water or something and put you to bed. ]

Hm~ Okay. Then, my previous question. Did you have such a bad time with Toki? I like Toki.

[ Like that matters? Yeah. Look who Kano's sort of friends with, he has great taste. ]

Mmm...

[That hum, purposeful breathing, and the click-clatter of his phone against his earrings is the only sound for a moment. Eventually, it seems he's thought it over enough to answer with confidence.]

He threw up. Did you know he's fifteen? I didn't know he's fifteen. I can't believe I'm fucking old.

[ Hm, yeah. Throwing up is always a bad time, and Kano hadn't really thought much about Maverick caring about age restrictions or not, because Yuya's about the same and he looked like he had a good time drinking and isn't that what matters? ]

Haha, does it matter that much? Did you think he was older than that? 'cause he's tall? How old did you think I was?

[ Somebody thought he was twelve........... he does nothing to refute that. ]

Like sixteen, seventeen...

[Unclear if that's meant to be Kano's age, Toki's, or both.]

Fucking matters when I'm fucking stupid and m'gonna die alone because I'm such a big fucking stupid idiot. [He wrinkles his nose and grumbles like that will erase what he just said out of existence. It wasn't the drinking at that age he took issue with, apparently.] Never mind, I'm real drunk. God, this is... [how many times is he going to say stupid, he asks while kicking himself]

[ Maverick does sound real drunk, but that's why Kano's going to keep him talking. People are supposed to be more open when they're drunk, or something, right? Yuya was chatty and cheerful, and it was when he was drunk that he'd asked Kano something about his childhood that he'd probably wanted to ask but never did out of courtesy. Without inhibitions, Maverick isn't any happier, though, something that makes Kano frown and want to prod. ]

It's like what? Nightfall's not going to be that soon, that you gotta worry about dying alone or not. Kinda hard when you're here and surrounded by so many people, isn't it?

[He was happy when he was texting to bother Kano and nothing more. Now he's gotta talk and everything is terrible.]

I mean... [HUFF] I know it's dumb to even think about this kinda thing, we're gonna die from Nightfall or this fucking school. Not like I should be wasting time, or that... That? Whatever. Cricket... I need what bullshit I'm gonna fucking say in a sec to never come up again, can you do me that?

[ Then hang up!!

Except now Maverick's the one rambling without saying anything, a stalling tactic Kano lives and breathes and he waits patiently until prompted. ]

Mm, yep! Cross my heart and hope to die! You can't see it 'cause we're on the phone, but I crossed my heart just now! Your deepest darkest secrets will die with me~

Yeah right. Not that deep dark.

[It would be really easy to hang up...but nope. More clicking of his piercings against the screen.]

He fucking said I was his type. I didn't 'spect nothing, but would it have been so fucking terrible to try to matter to someone before it all goes to shit?

[ Uh, this sounds something deeper and darker than he'd expected, particularly because it involves somebody else. Also love lives. Also he wants nothing to do with this. ]

You're his type because... you're fun? or cute? or easy to talk with? or is it your hair??

[ He has very little basis to go off of concerning what Toki's type is, except he knows Toki had liked Orihime and ???Tsubomi??? and he's trying to find some sort of overlap here. ]

If it's like that, it's impossible for you to not matter to somebody, right?

How should I fuckin' know, it's stupid... I guess he said it was still fun because I distracted him. No, sorry, I "distractioned" him.

[That's not the important part, anyway! Who cares about Toki's type, which was obviously "dumb as hell" if you were to ask Mav. That was just set up for why he thought going out for drinks because Kano said he could see it happening was a good idea.]

Not like just matter, but matter. Ugh, I fucking can't explain things when I'm a drunk idiot. It doesn't matter anyway, didn' I say never mind?

[ Distractioned... Maverick is great for that, yeah, so that it never really feels like Kano has to do all the work providing it like he does sometimes with other people. Toki's great at that too, the distractioning. ]

Hmm... Dunno if I know the difference between "matter" and "matter," but "never mind" doesn't count until we're done talking, and we're not done yet. Not until you're home, 'kay? So try again! What's "matter"?

Ughhhhh my g -- oh shit!

[Theres a loud...cracking crunch sort of noise, then Maverick at some distance obviously raising his voice.]

Nooo, be alive, be alive... Cricket? [He's back!] Awh, man. Fuck. I'm sorry I dropped you.

[...he can't...actually get hurt, Mav, why are you apologizing]

Um... Fuck. What was I...oh yeah. It's fuckin' dumb, you're going to laugh and I can't even fuckin' blame you for it.

[ christ--

Kano grits his teeth and holds his phone away while his mind reels from images of Maverick getting hit by a car, or maybe he'd run face first into a lamp post, or stepped off the sidewalk into the gutter, or accidentally stepped on an art, or something??? ]

Are you alive over there?? Rather than laughing, I think I might cry???

[ This is why you get Nokias. God. He needs to rip his heart out of his chest so it'll stop pounding. ]

What? [At least that makes Maverick laugh a little.] I'm talking to you, how would I not be alive? You're so fucking weird.

You could be two seconds away from not being that, okay?? What did you even do?

I jus' dropped my phone, it's fine. Case chipped a lil' but it still works. Obviously. Because we're fucking still talking. Hey.

Hey.

[ Alright, now that they established that they'be both still alive... ]

...What were we talking about, again?

[He almost tracks the conversation back out loud, but then he drunkenly realizes this is his chance to ignore all that feelings bullshit. Now if only he were actually smart enough right now to realize he should change the topic altogether.]

How you tried t'sep -- set me up with a fifteen-year-old! Did you know m'gonna be nineteen? Like real soon. You're fucking awful.

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