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[suddenlybees]

Shuuya Kano
UN: mekakushisan

STATUS: student y11

ACCOLADES: none!!!

BIO: ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

© TESSISAMESS

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[suddenlybees]

[ God, he's so fickle, why can't he be happy with the encouragement? Maybe if Kano says it more sincerely.

His boots take a bit longer to get off and he'll also lose and inch if he does that, so they're staying on, sorry Ramona. He'll tip-toe quietly through the apartment, grab himself a glass of water, just sort of making himself at home while Maverick celebrates small victories. ]

[deuteranope]

[It's bizarre to see someone getting themselves water in his home, which was usually just for him and Ramona, but he's not opposed to it, he decides as he locks the door back up. Just...a weird feeling. Satisfied everything's good to go, he trots after Kano.]

Hey, get me one too, huh? Even if I'm already gonna be fucked over, I can tell. Stupid fucking cocktails...

[Hydration is still important...and now he's off to his room, dramatically clearing the hanging sheets like a grand entrance is really necessary right now. Hello, room!]

[suddenlybees]

Alright, alright, I'll bring one right over~

[ Watch him eat everything in the fridge as soon as Maverick is asleep. Before that, though, he finishes up his half glass of water and fills up the same one to take back to Maverick's room, throwing a glance over to where he imagines Ramona's room would be. Hopefully she isn't like Maverick and would come barging in with a knife in her hand when she hears a voice that shouldn't be in her home. ]

[deuteranope]

[Ramona is blissfully asleep and unaware, and definitely less traumatized than her son, it's all good. Plus Maverick is a good enough guard dog that she doesn't really have to prepare for anything like that... This is her feeling even if Mav is living away from her and has been out drinking himself stupid.

He crashes onto his bed and happily sprawls out first, enjoying the warmth and comfort that comes with letting the remaining tension leave his body. Mmm, bed. Good bed. Soft bed. But he has to sit back up because drinking water laying down is really dumb and he's got a piece of paper to track down. Okay, okay, marker in hand...]

I still have no fucking clue how this works.

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano hops up onto Maverick's desk instead of sitting on the bed, because he likes being tall. ]

First you write MASH up on top, and decide what you want each letter to stand for. Next you choose categories— favorite colors or animals or whatever, anything you want to learn about the other person.

[deuteranope]

[This is an awful lot of work for drunk Mav, but at least his anxiety about not being able to do it right is dulled by his earlier festivities, so he dutifully writes MASH down and...hm. Kano had them be places he was going to escape to, huh? What...should he put...and why was it MASH specifically? This game really didn't make a ton of sense.]

Okay.

[So... Thinking back to what Kano asked him, now...]

Uh, ffffive people from school.

[suddenlybees]

Hm... You, Minako, Yu~ya, Toki, and Nana-chan!

[ His biases are very obvious, ig, but Maverick's drunk and he's pretty sure he won't remember later, so he doesn't mind. ]

[deuteranope]

[It's literally being written down??? Evidence... He's also not feeling that drunk, anymore, just an odd mix of awful and more awful.]

Hmm. Five colors.

[suddenlybees]

[ He will be burning that paper to ashes later. ]

Black. Hmm... [ is his favorite color, but what else? Whatever. Doesn't matter after that. ] Red, orange, yellow, green.

[deuteranope]

[wow, a lot of colors that looked pretty much the same to him, he thinks while dutifully noting the choices down. Wasn't like he was getting out of that one without complaint. Stupid colors. He's starting to put together the dumb story in his mind, though...]

Four more people?

[suddenlybees]

Hm, hmmm... Rex, Naoki, Maya, and Tyzias.

[ There. A list of people he's scared of. ]

[deuteranope]

[He's still uninhibited enough to giggle after writing down the names and looking them over.]

This your "fuck off" list, or something?

[Mav's might look pretty similar. He likes Rex, but it's very understandable to him why others might not, even if he doesn't know all the horrible things the guy gets up to involving vivisection, and all.]

Foods. [He doesn't care how many tbh. He still doesn't entirely understand this game.]

[suddenlybees]

Or something~

[ Definitely a fuck off list, though he's somewhat fond of Tyzias and believes Maya actively hates him, so it's a mixed bag of people to think twice about before bothering. It's a good list to be on, on second thought.

But hm, hmm... Favorite foods is a hard question, but it's not what Maverick asks, so he just recounts things that would mean anything to both of them. ]

Fries, banana bread, crickets, and... [ He can't even remember what he ate for breakfast, or if he did. ] And that's it! The three food groups!

[deuteranope]

Damn, shame you're allergic to one of the only three food groups.

[The three food groups... Ridiculous boy. Also he skipped out on sprinkles, the fool, but Maverick ain't gonna remind him of that. He's gonna think about banana bread with chocolate and yellow sprinkles, though. He wouldn't be surprised if Nana's already done it.]

Okay, now I need four songs and five numbers. Numbers'll be easier, but the songs are first.

[suddenlybees]

[ It's really a shame, especially since too much sweet things makes him sick and Maverick still needs to master fries, so his food options are in dire straits at the moment.

But ugh, songs are a lot harder, because he doesn't listen to music at all, has never found comfort in song nor felt the inclination to sing along to anything. ]

Huh... Let's see... All Star, Rick Roll, Hello Darkness My Old Friend, and Pon Pon Pon. [ They're all good songs. Anyways, numbers— ] 582340, 3592, 87, 0, -0.24853.

[deuteranope]

Do you want me to put down the real song names, or keep those?

[He sets his marker down an glares flatly at the other boy.]

I'm not accepting those numbers. I can't even fucking write those numbers right now, jackass.

[suddenlybees]

Those are the real song names.

[ Anyways, he stares back at him, because how can he be too drunk to write down numbers but not drunk enough to remember what songs are called? ]

I'll go slow for you. Five hundred thousand...

[deuteranope]

No they're fucking --

[WHATEVER he'll just put down what he said, it was shorter, anyway...but then he's going to throw the marker at Kano's head. With alcohol, he almost misses so bad he hits, but his shitty aim just can't get corrected enough. Now it's off...somewhere.]

That's different! That's a different number already, you don't even know what you said.

[suddenlybees]

Yikes!!

[ It's always a trip when Maverick throws something at him, because his instinct is to dodge, but if he dodges he'll get hit and he'll be fine if he just stays still. ]

Does it even matter if it's a different number?? Geez, why can't you be an easygoing happy drunk?

[deuteranope]

[He pulls a face.]

Uh, because I'm a piece of shit, alcohol ain't gonna change that.

[suddenlybees]

It just makes you pedantic about numbers, huh? Such a nerd~ Five hundred thousand is fine! You wanted different numbers anyways?

[deuteranope]

[mmmmm]

Okay, but now my marker's gone.

[suddenlybees]

[ SIGH

He doesn't want to get up, though. ]

You have legs.

[deuteranope]

[He puts a leg across Kano.]

[suddenlybees]

[ And now Kano is pinned and neither of them can get up to get the marker. ]

Don't make me gnaw off your leg and make you finger paint numbers with the blood.