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[Maverick takes the lead. He leads Kano out of the forest, taking him down a different path than he'd walked to come to this spot, because he's sure a guard is waiting for him to return and he doesn't want to waste his time explaining that he's taking this sad, angry teen to Canada on a whim. He leads him out from a different part of the forest, leads him onto a bus that will take them near the closest airport, where he leads Kano to a counter and argues with the person at the desk until they get him two tickets on the next flight to Canada -- definitely pricey, and even the closest available seats are rows apart. He picks up the pace and leads Kano deeper into the airport, stopping only to comply with security, then to throw money at some shop with criminally high pricing to get them some gum and chocolate milk for the flight. He leads Kano away to the right waiting area, and not long after, he leads him onto the plane.

From his spot several rows away, Maverick sighs and leads the conversation.]

there's some old bitch that thinks she's gonna get a disease from me and her husband snores
how's it around you

[ It's nice to be able to shut his brain off and not think for a while, to keep the hood pulled over his eyes and stare at the fringe between the darkness of the fabric and that of the world around his feet. Like this, he doesn't even care if Michael is watching. Just another person's life he messed up by being here. Don't think. Don't think. Like when he was a kid and all of his energy was poured into keeping the one person in his life happy, but then he grew up and got too full of himself and thought he could do more than he could— was so desperate to prove himself capable, all by himself, he wouldn't let anybody do anything else with him.

Haha.

A fool.

He tries to sleep on the plane, but that's always hard. His seat's an aisle seat, and normally he'd be pacing up and down the aisles in agitation, if he didn't feel like kicking the window open and climbing out. The text comes and he lets it sit there for two minutes before he even looks at it to read. ]

Mom and her kid.
They're going on vacation.
How much longer until the drinks come around?

oh shit...I should probably tell Mama I'm up in the air, huh

[haha whoops he's the worst son. take comfort in that, Kano, it isn't you.]

shouldn't be long I think but I don't fly much
you finish your milk already?

You'll be back soon.
Not yet.
Want to get coffee to mix into it.

yeah I guess

[Still going to quick shoot off a text to her, though... She can keep a secret. Never mind that she's going to be sending him many angry texts for hours, now.]

kinda fucking bailed on bike plans though

sounds like a plan

[ Reception in the air isn't always the best; maybe she'll forgive him. ]

Oh yeah.
If he gets mad, I'll deal.
It'll be nothing new.

[...Yeah. That was true.]

want me to text him or just wanna deal with it later?

I can text him.

[ He does not text Kanata. ]

It'll be easier to deal with later, anyways.
One thing at a time.
Or whatever.
I wonder if we get pretzels on this flight.

[Poor Kanata. If Maverick knew who it was they were biking with, he'd go ahead and text him now, but alas.]

I think I've only ever gotten cookies and soda
pretzels would be good
flights as long as this have like some fucking meal plan though don't they?

8 hours...
Probably two meals worth?
Every time we flew out on missions I never bothered with food.
Will you spot me?

??? for what

One of those kids meals with the stackable cheese and crackers.

[a lunchables?? this is his wish?]

if I let you just hold onto my credit card for the flight do you promise not to lose it or steal my identity

[ yeah
but also ]

No.

[ which is probably the most honest answer Maverick will ever get from Kano, ever ]

[pizza lunchables is superior, Kano is a fool.

...but an honest fool, sometimes. sigh... well. he appreciates it.]

alright
just text me when you want shit (within reason) and I'll have the flight attendant send it to your seat or however the fuck that works
starting with cheese and crackers and coffee(?) I guess
oh wait looks like the free drink cart is coming down
does it have coffee on it already? that looks like a pot right

[ He wasn't trusted with the sauce packets as a kid, so he only knows the cheese and crackers. ]

Yeah, that's the coffee.
I can get it here so you don't have to pay extra for it.
But the cheese and crackers when the next cart comes.
And whatever candy that's being offered.
Doesn't matter what kind or how much.

[Whatever is cheapest without being meaningless, then... He's going to have to pick up odd hours after classes, or something. Definitely no more tattoos for a while...]

yep
not pretzels?

[ He should just get the cheapest thing and not worry that it's meaningless. It's not like Kano's going to eat any of this. ]

I'll take the free packet.
Not hungry, anyways.

if I'm buying you shit you have to eat some of it
you can save the rest but you need to eat at least a little on this flight

I'll drink the coffee and the milk.
And I've got gum.
Do you want some gum?
I can probably chuck it in your general vicinity from all the way up here.

that's not eating stupid
my money my rules

as much as the hag over here deserves a pack flung in her face, I got my own gum

Food in mouth = eating.
I've got some mints leftover in my pockets, probably.
I could fling some mints over?
At least one of them should make it.

those things don't count as food just fucking eat at some point alright?

if you can bean her on the fucking head, go for it

Yeah yeah yeah.
Head's up!

[ He turns around in his seat and flings a mint. His aim isn't as terrible as Maverick's, but mints are light and hard to throw. He'll get it on the fourth or fifth try, unless a flight attendant catches him first and asks over the intercom and this kid's parent can come control him. ]

[Too bad, so sad for everybody, this kid's parents can't stop him. Maverick's hoping he has the sense (and motivation, honestly) to illusion himself being a good little boy instead of letting himself get caught. The crabby old lady is confused enough looking around trying to find the source of the mints, but in the end she's blustering too much to pinpoint Kano.]

she's huffing and puffing like a teakettle
you got her good

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