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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.

[ Is that what they were talking about? Fifteen... sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. Three to four years isn't that bad, he wants to think, but maybe he just has no context because he had just the one parent and never gave dating any thought before this.

But his intentions were something- well, never mind, this is more important: ]

When's your birthday?

[It's not the numerical difference, but a maturity thing!! Which thankfully he doesn't have to explain himself, because he might be an old man in Kano's eyes, but he's also called him immature. Being a young adult is really hard.]

My birthday? S'November 1st.

[...]

And what month is it right now??

[ He thinks Maverick really did walk into a pole. ]

Fucking March? Are you drunk?

Whether I'm drunk or stupid doesn't matter right now, okay? Just humor me! What're the next few months that come after March?

[?????

Well, he's a compliant drunk, anyway.]

Oh my god this is a fucking waste of time... March, April, May, June, July, August. Fucking good enough for you?

[ Where is Ekkehardt... Kano doesn't know how to interpret these neurological exam results, if Maverick can name the months in order but thinks November is somewhere near March.

He shifts his phone so that it's clamped between a shoulder and his chin so he can clap for Maverick. ]

Bravo! Yes! Good job~ I was just asking, 'cause, November's kinda far away from now, right? Your birthday?

[A small part of him almost gets him to cheer in response to the clapping -- because it's really great that Kano is clapping for him and praising him, even if it's over something stupid -- but he manages to hold himself back. Can't stop the giggle at that last comment, though.]

Oh! I getcha now. Nah, fuckin'... My birthday's November 1st, but I was born on March, uh...27th? I think. Somewhere this next week.

[ Something's still wrong with Maverick's head but that doesn't matter. ]

The 27th? So soon~ Ah- will you be at the dorms on the 27th, or will you go home?

[ Gotta prepare something stupid for Maverick's sort of birthday, watch your inbox ]

I mean...yeah. S'fucking finals, innit?

[Ugh, bad feeling, though...]

Cricket, seriously I don' celebrate this one, so don't fucking bother. S'just when I get older. November, though... I expect a huuuge...nah, not party. But something! You'll get me something nice then, right? You owe meeee~

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