[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...]
[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...]
[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.]
[ 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!
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.
[ 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.
[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.
[ 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?
[But okay, fiiiine, he'll crawl his way over to his dresser, because there's no way he's finding that marker again right now, and gets a pen. He's back!!!]
[ Yes! He counts that as his win, taking advantage of Maverick's temporary absence to take up more space. ]
Alright, it was five numbers, right? Five hundred thousand... [ ...yeah, he can't remember what the numbers were. ] Three thousand two hundred sixty eight. Fifty two. Zero? I'm pretty sure I did zero.
anyway now for the reason this tag took an eternity. I tried to keep it drunk-ugly but legible, also he absolutely didn't care enough about fitting Tyzias's name.
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Okay.
[So... Thinking back to what Kano asked him, now...]
Uh, ffffive people from school.
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[ 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. ]
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Hmm. Five colors.
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Black. Hmm... [ is his favorite color, but what else? Whatever. Doesn't matter after that. ] Red, orange, yellow, green.
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Four more people?
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[ There. A list of people he's scared of. ]
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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.]
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[ 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!
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[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.
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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.
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[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.
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[ 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...
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[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.
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[ 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?
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Uh, because I'm a piece of shit, alcohol ain't gonna change that.
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Okay, but now my marker's gone.
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He doesn't want to get up, though. ]
You have legs.
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Don't make me gnaw off your leg and make you finger paint numbers with the blood.
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[But okay, fiiiine, he'll crawl his way over to his dresser, because there's no way he's finding that marker again right now, and gets a pen. He's back!!!]
Okay, Five hundred thousand...
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Alright, it was five numbers, right? Five hundred thousand... [ ...yeah, he can't remember what the numbers were. ] Three thousand two hundred sixty eight. Fifty two. Zero? I'm pretty sure I did zero.
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Zero was one of 'em. Your last one has to be a positive number, three digits or less.
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Seventeen it is.
[fuck your decimal bullshit
anyway now for the reason this tag took an eternity. I tried to keep it drunk-ugly but legible, also he absolutely didn't care enough about fitting Tyzias's name.
And yes, he forgot about the counting thingy.]
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