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[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

[ He does not have the sense of motivation to illusion himself into being a good little boy, but at least he can be a gremlin who immediately ducks back down into his seat as soon as the mint leaves his hand without watching for confirmation of a direct hit. Five mints, not bad. ]

Hell yeah.
Wish I could see.
Pick those mints up for me?
I'm going to want them back.

six thousand footstinks have touched those fucking mints

So?
Gimme.

dream on I ain't touching em

Make sure to catch this one, okay?
I'm going to fling the glove over.
In 3--
2--
1--!

[ Look up, there's a glove being shot through the air, like how you would stretch and shoot a rubberband, idk descriptions ]

[Hm? Wha -- AT THE FUCK, KANO, WHY okay at least he was able to catch it. Old lady is giving him a death glare now, because he's obviously in on this flinging shit bit going on. Putting on the glove and focusing on finding as many mints as he can is a lot better than listening to her yammer on.]

ughhh she speaks québécois
annoying as fuck
did you know we're dirty punk rat children with no manners that should be in detention right now
got three

Learn to tune people out.
It's useful.
And yeah... LOL yeah.
Three is good.
Tuck them into the glove and throw it back.

[He almost does it. Because he's stupid.]

you can live a while without mints
you can have it when one of us gets up to piss or something

KK
Got to pee
brb

[ Aisle seats are boring, but at least it means he can get up without stepping on people's shoes or elbowing them in the face. The distraction was good. Getting up feels good. Not thinking about anything except getting his mints and maybe hanging out in the bathroom playing with the vacuum toilet for a while, is also good. ]

[A horrible, impatient child...but Maverick rolls his eyes and pushes the bundled up latex glove into Kano's stomach as he passes by. Convenient that they both have aisle seats for this, at least. Old lady crone glowers and hisses something about delinquent thugs or something, noting his face. She's gonna snitch in them when the next flight attendant comes by, just you boys wait.]

Don't fall in.

[ There's nothing else to do on an 8 hour flight!!! Kano stoops to pick up what mints he can readily reach from the aisle, and takes the glove and shoves it into his pockets when he passes, not caring enough to keep his illusion up anymore so dear old lady gets to see cut up hands, pants and shoes tracking dirt everywhere- nobody should have ever let these two past security, tbh. There's probably some health code they're violating. ]

I won't, I won't... Let me know when my crackers get here, 'kay?

[ He is going to just sit in the bathroom for the next hour until somebody kicks him out. It's like having his own private room, closed off on all four sides. Nice, nice, nice. ]

[Mav's jealous, really, because now he has to listen to this dumb grandma tell a flight attendant that she thinks two no good junkies hopped on the flight using drug money, and they brought even more drugs onto the plane!!! and even though he cuts in to complain that holy shit they were just fucking mints you insane bat, fucking chill out...it doesn't stop the attendant from having to pair up with a second employee and knock on the bathroom door. Maverick's being babysat by someone else, since he doesn't exactly have any luggage to search. That's one benefit to an impulse trip with no prep, he supposes... He's just barely able to send over a:]

sokm,erkl

[before he's sternly advised to hand his phone over, after its already been grabbed. Good work, team. Not like their recent conversation should be anything interesting, even if they'll get reprimanded for throwing shit on a plane and causing a fuss.]

Fucking saying I'm a druggie, you owe me a fucking goddamn plane sandwich, you stupid bitch. Didn't fucking do anything. [she'll get right on that, yeah.]

Occupied!!

[ Comes a muffled voice from the other side of the door. The flight attendants can't open it; that would be an invasion of privacy. What if he had severe constipation had is warranted to be here for half an hour at a time? It happens.

But he's also leaning against the door with his ear pressed against it, listening to what's obvious to him is Maverick's voice. The "fucking"s make it easy. He should probably jump in, and help...

Alright. Okay, fine, alright. He can help, so long as it's not him. ]

Sorry, sorry~! I had to go freshen up, but the bathroom is free now~!

[ Tsubomi comes skipping out of the bathroom, clean dress, perfect make-up, bright smile on her face as she makes her way down the aisle to squeeze in between Maverick and the flight attendant before they can open an emergency hatch and kick them both out. ]

Eeh, you got a little something on your face, silly... Go on, go wash off, I'll take care of this~ What seems to be the problem?

[Bless, he hasn't been completely thrown to the wolves... Maverick gets to his feet in the momentary stunning caused by "Tsubomi"s interference, but he's hesitant to actually leave. He doubts he'd get far without getting in more trouble, and he'd like his phone back, at least.

For a second, the lady's confused, but then she earns a look of incredulity and hatred from Maverick as she makes some choice Old Lady comments concerning Kano "pretending", "not really a girl", something "predators" something "homosexuals"... At least the employees are grimacing and ready to drop the issue, too. Obviously this was just some bigot with a chip on her shoulder harassing a young queer couple. Sorry about the inconvenience, here's your phone back, sir, they can spare a small concessions item to make up for it or move their seats around...but it isn't like many people are keen to hang out with the old transphobic, homophobic bag, so a free snack might be easier.]

Like I want seven fucking more hours of this shit.

Shh, shh, calm down~ It's okay~ You can watch a movie or something to pass the time! You were wanting to give your mama a call as well, weren't you? Go on, you shouldn't make her worry~

[ A free snack is paltry compensation compared to seven hours of having to sit next to somebody like this, but honestly... He doesn't mind it. This is tame, vile words said to his face instead of behind his back and that's a little relieving, Tsubomi taking Maverick's arm and turning him around so he can be shuttled over towards the front of the cabin, towards Kano's original seat.

Tsubomi will sit here instead. Doesn't matter. ]

[Ughhh. He grumbles to himself, but lets Kano push him along. Now that things are more or less calmed down, everyone can go back to work... Maverick frowns over his shoulder before turning to address "Tsubomi".]

Come on. You don't have to, you know. My fucking fault she's riled up in the first place...

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