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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~

I owe you for what?

[ He laughs, though, shaking his head. Maverick can't see, but that's alright. ]

I got a good idea for what to get you now, though! Just think of it as a late present for last year~

For... [uhhh] ...lots of things! I've been good, haven't I? An' s'what friends do anyway, an' that's what we are, right? Friends.

[The cheeriness drops a little, becoming more of a weak bluff. There's an F-word he's confident using, but it sure as hell isnt "friend"... Already he's mentally kicking himself for floating that on out there, even if Kano's said it before, and maybe him, too. But...birthday gifts from a friend, because they're happy you exist. Dang.

...It's been a couple years now since he got anything from someone who wasn't Ramona. That there would be even just one more person celebrating with them -- with him is...a bizarre thought. Makes his head hurt.]

[ There's stunned silence on the other end of the phone, and Kano almost hangs up on him but he doesn't because that would be bad. Because friends... a mistake he told himself he wouldn't be making this year, and it happened anyways and he's glad for it but it also makes things so much harder.

It's real hard, because when has he ever had good things in his life that haven't been torn away in the end? He doesn't want to get his hopes up again, but... ]

...Yeah, you've been good~ The best. So of course we're friends.

[He hates how confident he is that the warm fuzzy feeling isn't nausea. How his heart feels lighter as he lets Kano's words repeat in his mind. He's been good. The best. Of course they're friends.

It's such a relief, and he's almost grateful for the fact he's tearing up because at least that makes him mad at himself again. Stupid drunk emotional asshole. The worst, but Kano called him the best. Oof, he was gonna give himself whiplash going back and forth on this shit.]

Heh. Damn fuckin' right.

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