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[He also told Maverick that the motorbike was 1. a cover, 2. funded completely by Toki a while ago.]

Ehh... It's like some cuss on sacrilegious steroids in québécois.

[ Those words in that order mean absolutely nothing to Kano. Forget the biology book, he should put his memorization to use and read a dictionary. ]

Hm~ If you can spell it, I'll let you write it. But we're also going to draw stars and hearts on it!!

Sounds like a deal to me.

[ Ellie is going to get mixed messages from this cake but she would probably be delighted anyways and that's what matters most! ]

Okay, okay, here--

[ He hands Maverick a sharpie and holds out his hand, palm down. ]

[...First he's gotta check his pockets to see if this is his sharpie and Kano stole it at some point, like a jerk. Then he will more-than-contentedly write "tabarnak" on Kano's hand. Voila.]

[ it's hard to keep track of whose sharpie is whose, especially as Kano never actually bought any of these writing utensils himself, but he will let Maverick take the sharpie, turning his hand this way and that to admire the writing. ]

Can you make it rainbow?? With sparkles?!??!

[ He could do both those things himself, but... sparkles that will last even after Ellie punches him in the gut, can't pass up that chance. ]

[narrows eyes...........]

I'm colorblind.

[He can't do a rainbow!!! He can, actually, but he's stupid. And he's...pointedly ignoring that sparkles bit.]

Then it'll be good practice for you! Make it as many colors as you can imagine-- it doesn't even have to be in the right order!!

[ And after he manages that, Kano will request sparkles again. Baby steps. ]

[As many as he can imagine............

Well. He's seen plenty of pride flags, and he knows what those look like to him, so now Kano can enjoy that, too.]

[ Hm. One out of six isn't completely terrible, but it's still pretty terrible, huh? ]

Here, gimme the sharpie back real quick, I want to try something.

[Yep. His eyes super suck. Have the sharpie back...]

[ It really sucks, Maverick's missing all the best colors. Yuya's colors probably look fine to him, and that's the most ridiculous thing. Kano takes the sharpie and scribbles across the back of his other hand, something vaguely square shaped, and then leans over and does the same to Maverick's. For Maverick's scribble, Kano casts the illusion to make it rainbow— the full gradient of hues from red to violet across, saturation from white to black going down, all the colors that are possible— and then holds his hand up next to Maverick's. ]

Alright, now make them the same.

[why this.......at least he can get rid of it when he wants. He sighs and rolls his eyes before glancing between their hands. Making it...the saaaame... Adjust here, there, and everywhere... There! It matches.

It matches perfectly, a beautiful spectrum of every color imaginable.]

You're so fucking stupid for thinking that would work.

...Haha, who's stupid?

[ It's okay, it's okay, it's enough that he knows. Kano places both his hands side by side and holds them up next to Maverick's, the palette on one hand, tabarnak on the other, the same pallete on Maverick's hand ]

Now, again, make 'em the same~

[Kano is stupid, and stupider for making him go through and match this hand, too, when obviously!! There is no fucking rainbow!!!

Tabarnak is now rainbow. Not that Maverick can tell.]

What, the solid color lettering wasn't enough for you? Needed that fucking gradient thrown in there?

Mmhmm, yep~ And don't forget the sparkles!!

[ He didn't forget.

And, he doesn't forget what the colors looked like before Maverick changed them over to rainbow, holding the tabarnak hand in front of Maverick so he can glitter it, while he holds his other hand with the palette up above his face and stares hard at it. ]

[mmm...!!]

And who fucking says I can do that? [was it Toki, does he have to kill Toki]

Oh, so you can't actually do it? I was looking forward to it, so I'm a bit let down!!

[ Kano just laughs, as his eyes flick between the colors on his hand and the airplane cabin around them, reds and greens melting away to leave everything a warm gold and soft blue. Something like this... ]

[just gonna glance away...the sparkles are his shame]

Weird thing to fucking assume, ain't it?

Sparkles are just flecks of shiny on top of color, isn't it? Even I can do something simple like that?

[ He goes ahead and makes the entire cabin start flashing lights like a disco ball, it's nauseating ]

[wow it really is...he's just gonna close his eyes.]

Your shit makes things look however you want. I always introduce mine as changing the color of written things for a reason...

[ He laughs and makes the lights flash and rapidly cycle through various shades of yellow and blue, a light show just for them. ]

Isn't yours the same way, though? I think it and it happens, you think it and it happens? Remember back at the dorms, where you didn't even have to see words in a book to change their colors, you could just imagine it? It's like that! So I believe you can do this too!!

It's not like I can do anything, though. The words were fucking there already.

[Sure is nice to be able to completely ignore this seizure-inducing mess. Mmm, the infinite void of darkness that is closed eyelids...

His grumble is...soft, and reluctant.]

Sparkly shit's for, like...cards for Mama. Shit like that. Not your hand.

Ehh... You can be so closed-minded sometimes, Mav!! Words just communicate a meaning, right? Pictures do the same thing! Hey, hey, open your eyes, look!! This— [ He dispels all his other headache-inducing illusions and instead holds up his hand, a solid black vertical rectangle appearing on the palm of his hand ] means something to me, and so does— [ the rectangle splits and shrinks into two horizontal lines, one on top of the other ] this!

[ He turns his hand around so the swear faces Maverick again. This, he doesn't even have to say, is very clearly a word, one that means something to Maverick enough that he's the one who's explaining to Kano what it means. ]

So what's the difference between a card for Ramona and my hand?

[Even more reluctantly, Mav opens his eyes to a squint to confirm that all the disco circus shenanigans are gone, then focuses on his hand. Yeah, yeah... Ugh.]

You ain't Mama, dumbass. Tell you want, though -- you gimme a key to your secret code what was in your fucking jacket that time -- a full key I can understand -- and I'll make your hand sparkle like it was blessed by a fucking unicorn.

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