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[suddenlybees]

Who: Kano & OTA
What: magic practice, pettiness, finals
Where: Lumière, greenhouse, library
When: mid-month, before finals
Warnings: self-harm for prompt i., none expected for the rest
Notes: details of Kano's new Fey Contract can be found on his app

i. Lumière dormitory rooftop
[ Fey magic is a really... terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea. But Kano is determined to make it work, this new Contract that he'd forged a couple of days ago, but it's just so different from his usual illusion magic that he'd worked ten whole years to get to the point where he is now, illusions seamless and effortless compared to him staring at his arm right now wondering what he's doing wrong?

Because his arm is bleeding, a bloody knife on his lap while he pokes at the wound with his other hand and it just comes back bloody, him wincing because it hurts and why isn't the magic working? There's nothing intuitive about this at all, and he has no idea how he's supposed to make it work, with the magic supposed to be healing and dulling pain but it's just doing the opposite for him, the pain making it hard to keep a smile on his face, and making him feel like crying a little.

With a sigh, he waves hand over the bleeding cut instead of touching it, and it disappears— simply masked underneath an illusion, but it's still there while he tries to figure out how to do this, preferably before he bleeds out.

It won't come to it, though. He has three years worth of band-aids stocked up, and he knew they would be useful someday. ]

ii. campus, on the way to the greenhouse or inside
[ But you know what always makes up for terrible days? Even more terrible ideas to get your mind off previous ones. This one isn't that bad, though, because it's something that'll have positive long-term consequences. Probably.

Anyways, it's Kano with long sleeves and pants and winter gloves and the hood of his jacket pulled over his head and eyes and also a bandanna over the rest of his face so he can have as little skin showing as possible. It isn't all because of botched healing practice, though, it's because he's lugging around a three gallon plastic jug in his arms— you know, one of those large plastic containers twice the size of your head that you can buy cheese balls in, but instead of cheese balls, it's bees.

It's a jar full of bees.

He had to ship them to a PO in town and then lug them all the way back to campus; this insect purchasing restriction is really an awful pain. ]

iii. library
[ But also, anyways, it's almost finals and while Kano did surprisingly okay on his midterms, he's got to do slightly more okay on his finals too, because exam scored are literally all that's carrying his grades without the homework to pad it.

So the library it is... Books, his arch nemesis... Him, sitting at one of the open study areas with a stack of brand new text books in front of him that barely look touched, a mug of something on the table that's a dark dark red to the point that it's almost black and also has four tea bags sitting inside it that's steeped so long the tea is no longer steaming, and also hands clamped over his ears like he's trying to block out ambient noise, or massage away a headache, or give himself a headache so he can go hang out in the infirmary for the next two weeks and not do finals.

Why does Daybreak have to be a school??? Schools suck. ]

Comments

[suddenlybees]

I didn't fucking rob a bank.

[ is that convincing at all though ]

[deuteranope]

[........................he holds out his pinkie.]

[suddenlybees]

[ He stares at Maverick's hand, because. haha. ]

Wow, you don't trust me at all, huh?!?! Is my word not good enough?? You know, you'll make a lot of trouble for me if it gets out I'm bound by pinky swears???

[deuteranope]

Just for me, I don't give a fuck about other people.

[Come on!!! Swear to him... He wants to believe, he really does.]

[suddenlybees]

[ hmmm, grumble grumble..... ]

How strict is your definition of a 'bank'? A physical bank, or something like tax evasion?

[deuteranope]

[mmmm...Kano...]

I'm thinking like go in with a gun and make everyone get on the ground, or sneak through the vents and crack the safes to get the body. As long as you didn't do something stupid dangerous and dangerously stupid like that, I'll be okay.

[suddenlybees]

[ ...It would really be so easy to walk into a bank with a fake ski mask and fake gun and make himself look like a burly 40 year old man, but it's a thought that makes Kano laugh and reach out to take Maverick's pinky in his. ]

You're overestimating me, Mav! Really, it's nothing like that~ Nobody was threatened or harmed in any of the transactions, promise~

[deuteranope]

[Oh good. He's not a complete idiot. Mav doesn't have to fight the police. That still leaves a lot of wiggle room for crime, but...a small amount of crime is acceptable. He'd be a hypocrite if he thought otherwise.]

So what the fuck happened? Even with the Pepita money, I thought that would take way longer.

[suddenlybees]

It's not like I just started saving last month, you know? But the saving grace is this: I'm going to take Toki's money~

[ There's no shame about it, either; he needs money for reasons, and Toki has more than he knows what to do with, and Kano doesn't mind being a charity case in this instance. ]

[deuteranope]

[Ah...Toki.]

You found him the day he had that little set-up, huh?

[suddenlybees]

Yep, that's right! He's still gotta play Santa to a couple more people, I think? But after that, the bike is mine~

[deuteranope]

Uhh. Ye-ah, I might've fucked that up for other people. He sorta gave up because life is fucked and then I taught him about reverse pickpocketing? So he's getting rid of money that way, I think.

[suddenlybees]

[ ... ]

Alright, I got two questions. One: does this mean I'm not getting my bike money? and two: how do I get Toki to sneak money into my pockets?

[deuteranope]

One, how the fuck should I know? And two, not having your hands stuck in 'em all the time would probably help. Fucking ask him this shit, not me.

[suddenlybees]

Ugh, you're making so much work for me, Mav. So meddlesome~

[ Sitting on the desk, he slouches far enough forward so he can stick his hands into his pockets and not fall backwards. ]

I can't just ask him directly? Now I have to figure out a new way to scam him out of his money.

[deuteranope]

[He could be copying notes. Or even reading the notes. That's a possibility. But nope. He's slouching and scheming.]

You literally don't have to fucking scam him. He already agreed, right? Unless you said it was for something fucking other than the motorbike.

[suddenlybees]

[ This is more important than notes, somehow, something that factors into long term plans rather than immediate exams. ]

It's still hard to ask, you know? Going around saying "Hey! Remember when you promised to give me money to buy a motorbike? Pay up!" It's the principle of the thing...

[deuteranope]

I have a hard time believing you have a hard time saying anything.

[All that talking he does and that dumb confidence.]

For fuck's sake, just text him something like "hey, what's the ETA on my fat stacks of cash" or something. It's really not as big a fucking deal as you're turning it into, he wants to get rid of the money anyway.

[suddenlybees]

[ It's a big deal, somehow, but Maverick's right. Talking is a whole lot easier than texting, but right now, he has Maverick here to help him navigate the conversation and if things go south and Toki withdraws the deal, Kano can shift the blame.

Alright, hands out of his pockets so he can take both notebooks back and balance his phone on his knees so he can tap out the text to Toki. ]

And... sent!

[deuteranope]

[Oh, right now... Kid really wants that motorbike. Maverick sighs and settles back onto the bed, digging out his own phone to make sure he hasn't missed anything important in the time he was asleep.]

So what's the new fundraiser for? If it ain't the fucking bike.

[suddenlybees]

Secret.

[ The answer is immediate. ]

Let me secure this bike first, before making up another cover story, okay?

[ Like the motorbike was a cover for something else, now he's got to think of something more unreasonable to answer with every time people ask him what he needs so much money for. ]

[deuteranope]

[With a sigh that evolves into a groan, Mav sets his phone down and pushes his palms against his eyes to smother the incredulous headache starting to hatch behind them.]

You don't even want a fucking motorbike... Unbelievable... This is why people don't fucking believe you -- you lie about dumb shit.

[suddenlybees]

Hey, this isn't dumb shit! It's... you know...

[ He'd somehow convinced Toki that he was owed 5k instead of 1k euros, but he can't even be excited by that, setting the phone down in his lap and peering over at Maverick. ]

Anyways, this sorta thing is important to me too, so it's alright if people don't believe me!

[deuteranope]

[Mm... He uses his palms to prop up his chin instead, staring right on back at Kano.]

...You can talk about the important stuff, you know. To me. You fucking talk to me all the time already anyway, so...

[suddenlybees]

Hm...

[ No he can't, he wants to say, as he pulls his knees up enough so that he can hide half his face behind them. The important things are personal things, and they're none of anybody's business- nothing they can help with directly, and if he does need help with something, he's always managed to rope people in here and there without telling them anything about the grand scheme of things. ]

The important things are my problem, in the end, and I'm dealing with them just fine, no need to talk about anything. I'd rather talk about more fun things, you know?