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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...

And nothing will change so long as you're seat partners, right? Let me do this for you.

[ It's not as if the old bat will be any happier sitting next to Tsubomi, but unlike Maverick, Kano doesn't get outwardly pissed as easily and two of three people being happy is good enough. ]

The other option is to ask her to move, but I dunno~ It shouldn't be entirely our decision, should it?

[ But does the young mother and her child up front want to sit next to this lady... It's hard to please everybody. ]

[mmmmmm... he still doesn't like it. He lowers his voice a touch more, just in case someone is listening in on the troublemakers still, and find his comment more than a little strange.]

Wanna let me to fix your hands? Can't be comfortable...

[Tsubomi's hands are pristine, after all, but...he knows better.]

My hands?

[ Tsubomi holds her hands up, turning them this way and that. Yeah, pristine. Nails shiny and painted light pink and trimmed short and everything.

Underneath that, his palms sting a little, but a constant low-level stinging that's easy enough to ignore. It's been weeks and weeks of practice, and Kano's still better at numbing than healing, better at helping others than fixing anything for himself. ]

Hm~ I'll survive! Unless you want to be a dear and ask for some bandaids~

[ That will be pocketed instead of being used but. ]

[He sighs softly, but his tone, even as he continues, suggests he won't push it right now.]

You helped me with your magic, I could help you with mine. I'll see what I can get, though...

[He knows any bandaids he does manage to get from the attendants won't be used. Oh well.]

[ Here is Kano who never learned that Maverick has any other magic besides the fancy color changing one, staring at him in confusion because what use is that there? In Kano's hands, a power like that would be used for no good- for pranks and for summoning and for complicated rune magic like he's hoping Maverick will be able to orchestrate once he gains the confidence in his skills.

In a situation like this, though... ]

Mm... Oh, alright. If you can help, you don't ever have to ask, you know?

[This isn't...accurate at all, he feels, with how resistant Kano is to receiving any help that matters. But...well. He's got permission, now, and since they're already supposed to be some cutesy couple -- some twisted modern version of Beauty and the Beast that wouldn't have high sales at all -- he doesn't have to feel too awkward about taking the other's hands in his and lifting them to his lips. Just giving his girlfriend cute hand kisses before she has to go suffer next to some ignorant fuck for several hours.

When his lips brush against Kano's skin, he'll be able to feel all those little cuts closing up and losing that stubborn, nagging sting.]

You better lemme know if you need to switch again, okay?

[ It's what he remembers telling Maverick before, what he tries to uphold in his own life, barging in and "helping" whenever and wherever he can, whether the other person likes it or not, whether he's really helping or not. He won't accept help, hates asking for it and always has to make it into some sort of trade to avoid feeling like he's being pitied or in debt, but lord knows he needs help. With people like him- Toki, Maverick, lots of people he believes- it's best to just help, and not give them the choice.

Because he would never have thought Maverick could make any different to ask for help, in terms of making his hands whole again, skin smooth and unbroken save for the faint spots here and there marred by scars that are too long a part of him now to be healed.

Haha.

What is this?

What the fuck?

Why the hell did Kano put himself through another Contract when Maverick could do this all along. ]

...He~h... If you put it like that, Mav, I think I'd get lonely all by my lonesome back here~

Miss, [ Tsubomi turns to address the old lady, innocently batting her eyelashes ] I don't supposed you'd like to move to a seat up front? You'll be able to depart the plane that much sooner~ ...And I can give you some mints, if you want.

[She isn't super keen on letting the pair have their way, but she can feel the eyes on her, now -- and unlike these hooligans, she actually cares about her appearances. Her husband over here will be sawing logs the whole time, anyway...

With bitter reluctance, the hag agrees, though she snaps that she still doesn't trust those "mints" of theirs and pointedly refers to Tsubomi as "young man". She won't be fooled, you brats!!!!

What a bag. Maverick is pretty pleased, though, taking Kano's initiative as a good sign. He wants to spend time with him again...yay. Maybe this won't be a total waste of his money and good intentions, after all.]

[ Tsubomi sticks her tongue out at the woman's retreating back, motioning Maverick to take the center seat in case that other guy needs a shoulder to rest his head on and starts to drool or something. Aisles meet more feet space, too.

Sitting further back in the plane feels a bit safer too, droning snores as background noise to cut out the chatter all around, and the simple fact that he's in the back and allowed to watch everybody else in front of him instead of being up front with all those eyes at the back of his head... Mm. ]

Mav, hey. I need a favor.

[Ugh, okay, he'll go ahead and suffer the indignity of the middle seat... Old man better stay on his side. Maverick eyes him out of the corner of his eye until his attention is caught again by his prim and proper girlfriend. This is so weird. Even if it's Kano, it's weird.]

You mean another favor. What's up?

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