This isn't helping my fucking headache... [And anyway, he's not the friendship expert. How should he know if it's valid or not?] I was just hoping for, like...deeper. Of fucking course we're friends, but we were friends when I fucking hung up the first time, so what's fucking stopping me?
[ He thinks it might be pity, but as long as he can keep people talking, they don't walk away from him, no matter how pissed or annoyed, that's how it's always been. ]
You gotta look into your heart, Mav. Only you can answer that.
[ If you want something deep, it has to come from within... ]
Can't you try a little harder to look?? -—wait, wait, don't hang up, okay?
[ Ughhh. Ughghghhghghghh... ]
It's 'cause you're walking home alone in the middle of the night, right? If it's daytime, it'd be alright 'cause there's other people around to spot you, but at night, you could disappear and I wouldn't know, and I don't want that. ...Something like that?
[...Ugh, he can feel himself smiling. Disgusting. At least this is over the phone and Kano doesn't have to know.]
As much as I should be insulted you think any ol' dickweed could get the drop on me, yeah. That works. Congratulations, you provided a good fucking reason, cricket.
[ And then something heavy drops on Maverick's shoulder— it's an old dickweed, aka it's Kano sneaking up behind him and did Maverick really think he was going to just lie around and do nothing while his stupid drunk friend wandered the city streets alone at dead o'clock in the morning ]
[He adjusts to better assess whether he should be fighting or flighting against this assailant, and...]
Oh, shit. Cricket! What the fuck!
[it shouldn't be the guy that's been drinking picking someone else up off the ground??? Now he has to be embarrassed about Kano sneaking up on him and guilty over punching him out.]
[ He lets Maverick do all the work of hauling him up without bothering to find his footing until he's almost straight upright, one hand to his nose that isn't bleeding, and that's a good thing because he never did figure out how to heal things that aren't other people. His cheek stings, though, how nostalgic. ]
[Phew... At least he's still Kano. Mav reaches up to inspect his nose, realizes he's still got his phone in that hand, hangs up, and uses it as a light to better examine the damage. Not too bad, thankfully. He's not sure how quickly he can throw an illusion up, though... Mm.]
Ack—- [ The light hurts more than his face, really, and he squeezes his eyes shut and pulls his hood up when it passes over his face. Everything looks fine. No bruising at all.
He's quick to duck out of the way, though, hands in his pockets to accentuate a shrug. ]
I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd come over to say hi~ And maybe walk you home?
[ Gross mushy bracket text, it's a good thing Kano can't read minds— or he'd be embarrassed and would turn around and walk away, probably. But he can't and he's just happy to see that stupid smile on Maverick's face, the one that he's seen plenty of times when he's Nekano but so so rarely when he's just himself, and that feels good too. ]
[ Yeah, but he's not drunk and he also goes around as a cat most nights because people ignore stray cats and don't pick them up and throw them into vans.
He's surprised, though, that Maverick even remembered MASH enough to bring it up again. ]
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[ Maverick not hanging up because he also doesn't want to, that's how friendship's supposed to work. ]
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This isn't helping my fucking headache... [And anyway, he's not the friendship expert. How should he know if it's valid or not?] I was just hoping for, like...deeper. Of fucking course we're friends, but we were friends when I fucking hung up the first time, so what's fucking stopping me?
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You gotta look into your heart, Mav. Only you can answer that.
[ If you want something deep, it has to come from within... ]
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[Try harder, Kano...!]
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[ Ughhh. Ughghghhghghghh... ]
It's 'cause you're walking home alone in the middle of the night, right? If it's daytime, it'd be alright 'cause there's other people around to spot you, but at night, you could disappear and I wouldn't know, and I don't want that. ...Something like that?
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As much as I should be insulted you think any ol' dickweed could get the drop on me, yeah. That works. Congratulations, you provided a good fucking reason, cricket.
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[ And then something heavy drops on Maverick's shoulder— it's an old dickweed, aka it's Kano sneaking up behind him and did Maverick really think he was going to just lie around and do nothing while his stupid drunk friend wandered the city streets alone at dead o'clock in the morning ]
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Oh, shit. Cricket! What the fuck!
[it shouldn't be the guy that's been drinking picking someone else up off the ground??? Now he has to be embarrassed about Kano sneaking up on him and guilty over punching him out.]
Fucking idiot, stupid fucking bastard...
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[ He lets Maverick do all the work of hauling him up without bothering to find his footing until he's almost straight upright, one hand to his nose that isn't bleeding, and that's a good thing because he never did figure out how to heal things that aren't other people. His cheek stings, though, how nostalgic. ]
Morning, Mav!
[ It's almost four o'clock, maybe. ]
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Hey. What're you doin' out here...?
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He's quick to duck out of the way, though, hands in his pockets to accentuate a shrug. ]
I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd come over to say hi~ And maybe walk you home?
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Sure. Like I could fucking stop you anyway, right?
[HE HAS A FRIEND THAT WORRIES ABOUT HIM AND WANTS TO WALK HIS DUMB ASS HOME AND THEY'RE FRIENDS, THEY'RE REALLY FRIENDS]
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Hehe, damn right you can't stop me~
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...Hey, you like spicy food?
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Yes?
[ No. His nose will run and he will probably cry, because he has the palate of a five-year-old. ]
Why?
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Because tomorrow morning I will die if I don’t get some eggs in hell from work.
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He~h, am I being invited over for a hangover breakfast? At noon?
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Probably more like 9 or 10 so I can be sufficiently not-fucking-dying in time for work...but yeah. You in?
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You can just stay over! Don’t be fucking stupid.
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[ It's still weird, sleeping in other people's houses, with other people in the same room. ]
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Crickeeet. But then you’ll be the one going ‘round on your own at night! I’ll play MASH with you again...
[come ooover friend]
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He's surprised, though, that Maverick even remembered MASH enough to bring it up again. ]
We'll play MASH? Really?
[ He would come over for MASH...... ]
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