This plane ride needed to go better than the last one.

Dad was counting on Mob to make this one go better than the last one. He had said so. He said that he didn't want to be disturbed by everyone no matter what. Not even if the plane was falling out of the sky. Not even if they ended up going too fast and flew into the future. She was not to let anything disturb dad from his work….his work was Minecraft but she wasn't about to make fun of her dad's important work. Minecraft was important. That was where dad designed new Claw bases and stuff. So it was important work and Mob could not let anything bother him.

Well she was allowed to bother him whenever she wanted to but she wouldn't either.

"Ok, so again that's not fighting, no arguing, no talking about stuff that you're not supposed to talk about, no going off on the wing of the plane, and no going to the bathroom. Any questions?" asked Mob. She had waited until after the plane took off to give her speech. She had the whole thing written down. It was mostly just a list of what not to do. There. Now that there were rules they could have a safe and happy ride and nobody would fight ever again.

She was being a very good leader.

Dad said that the only person above her in Claw was him. Mob didn't like to think about that, who ranked where, but she did it when everything went well. She needed this plane ride to go well. The last one had ended in hurt feelings from everyone….and she'd almost turned the plane around. She knew that Fukuda had never said sorry but she just…didn't want to have to be bossy towards everyone and make them turn the plane around and stuff. That would not have been a good thing because then they would have all been on the plane for longer and they would have all gotten into an even worse mood….and also the pilot probably had a wife and kids he wanted to see and she wasn't going to make people lonely for their families and stuff like that….

She really hoped that she wasn't going to end up having to turn this plane around.

"Can we revisit the 'no bathroom breaks' rule again?" asked Hatori raising his hand. He knew that she had made that rule about him…and he didn't hide in bathrooms that often! Just…when things got to be too much and he knew that he needed to go for his own safety. Not now. He was safe now. There was no chance that anything was going to get started and-

-and Shimazaki was looking at him.

So maybe he would spend just a little bit of time locked in the bathroom because Shimazaki was looking at him and there were already a couple tiny vodka bottles on the seat next to him and…yeah, Hatori knew when to run away. He knew that he'd rather run away and live to see another dad than deal with whatever Shimazaki had planned for him.

"He's getting ready to make a run for it. I can feel it." Said Shimazaki as he pulled yet another tiny bottle of Russian vodka from inside of his coat. God, he loved Russia. He loved the food, the beer, the vodka, the stray dogs everywhere….well this new place would be fun, too. It would have been more fun with the kid but he'd gone off with that healer and shit. Maybe that would be good for him. Maybe he'd meet some guy in Korea and then drop whatever it was he was feeling for him. The kid…Sho was a great kid and Shimazaki didn't want to have to stick a hot poker in his heart, because that was a wound that never really healed, but he didn't know how much more of a lovesick ten year old he could take. Fuck that healer for drawing this to his attention. Ignorance is bliss, people said, and they were right to say it. He did not need to know how the kid felt and now that he knew he couldn't un-know so he had might as well deal with it in the best way possible.

Lots of very small bottles of Russian vodka.

"I swear to God if you set one foot in that bathroom I will drag you out with my bare hands." Said Minegishi as they reached over and took a tiny bottle of what was hopefully grain alcohol out of Ryou's hands. They were not dealing with that shit again. Nope. They were hurling thousands of kilometers in the air trapped in a metal tube with these idiots, and Mob, far from the ground in the middle of winter with all of their plants dormant and what felt like a live rat chewing through their insides. They were not dealing with some teenage drama king hiding in the bathroom for whatever reason.

"Hey, be careful of Hatori. He's fragile and sensitive." Said Shibata. He held onto Hatori just to be sure he wouldn't end up going anywhere. Shimazaki's aura was focused on him. Nope. That was never a good thing. They had better not get into a fight like they'd gotten into on the last plane ride. He was going to pick everyone up and sit them far away from each other if that happened. At least that healer guy was gone. They were fucked if they got into a plane crash but he had been a big shit stirrer, well not as bad as Shimazaki of course, but maybe things would be better without him…but he did miss Little Suzuki though. He was always such a nice kid…even when he wasn't.

"I'm not-" said Hatori. Everyone talked about him like he was some kind of baby or something. He wasn't! He was a grown man and he would be treated as such! There were actual kids in the group but everyone treated him like he was the kid. He wasn't. He was going to be twenty years old soon and-and-and there were two ten year olds for everyone to baby if they had to baby someone.

"Shimazaki, don't do anything to scare him. He gets scared really easily. It's ok, Hatori, we're all here and we're all your friends and we're all going to keep you safe and stuff." Said Mob. She let her aura rest on his just to make him feel safe. She knew how scary it could be, sometimes, when you weren't used to people and stuff…and she knew how annoying Shimazaki could be sometimes. It wasn't his fault, though, Minegishi had said that Shimazaki had some kind of serious brain disorder. So it was ok for him to be the way he was…mostly. There was a limit to what she would put up with…

If he tried to take anyone onto the wing of the plane she would turn the plane around.

It was dangerous for anyone who wasn't Shimazaki and also when he did that then Sho thought that it was ok…well Sho wasn't there but still someone could get hurt. She knew that he was bored, plane rides were boring enough when you could mess around on your phone and play games and stuff, but that was no excuse to put Sho's life, anyone's life really, in danger…and also there was no excuse to scare Hatori. He was very fragile.

"I wasn't going to do anything to him. I was actually going to offer him one of my many pilfered bottles of genuine Russian vodka. Here. Have fun." Said Shimazaki as he tossed a bottle into Hatori's lap.

"Check to see if it's been opened before…and if it's actually vodka." Said Minegishi

"Wh-what else could it be?" asked Hatori as he held the little bottle in his hand. Shimazaki pulled another one out of his coat like it was a bag of holding or something. Knowing him he could have poisoned this…..and he had no reason to! Hatori had apologized to Minegishi already! He was sorry and he was never going to say anything like that to them again. They didn't like him, they would never like him, and for some reason they were into Shimazaki of all people. Message received. He was not their type and they were not attracted to him. What, did he have to write it on his forehead and have someone read it to Shimazaki?

"Acid." Said Minegishi. Ryou had come into a vial of acid years ago and Minegishi wouldn't have put it past him to put some in a tiny bottle, where in the hell had he gotten these from in the first place, and then give Hatori enough to keep him tripping for days.

"What?!" asked Hatori. He dropped it but it stayed floating in the air. Little Sister-sama caught it and held it in front of herself.

"But if it was acid wouldn't it eat through the bottle? Acid can eat through anything, can't it?" asked Mob as she held up the tiny bottle with her powers. The seal around the cap wasn't broken so it was probably vodka and not acid, which was good. She reached over and held it in her hand. Maybe she could keep this…because traveling without Sho was stressful. He was off in the world without her and, yes, Fukuda could heal him if he got hurt but would Fukuda play with him when he got lonely? Would Fukuda know to check his hair after he got out of the tub to make sure that he had actually taken a bath? Would Fukuda know to feed him at least one vegetable a week so he could have his food groups? Would Fukuda know that he couldn't have liquids after eight or he'd wet the bed? Would he know that even if Sho said that he didn't need a story before bed he still sort of did?

Would Fukuda know that Sho needed her?

He was so little and he was off in the world without her…was this how dad felt all the time? Like when he took her by the hand and dragged her away….was this what he felt while he did that? She didn't want to smother Sho but she wanted him to be ok. There was so much that could happen to him. Like when they all had pizza together and she wasn't watching how fast Sho was eating and he made himself so sick that Shimazaki had taken him home….she hoped that he wasn't sick…wherever he was. She hoped that he was ok and safe and happy and warm and also that he was eating his food groups because he needed to grow up big and strong.

Mob wanted Sho back….but she also didn't want to smother him like dad was always smothering her.

"Not that kind of acid, Mob." Said Minegishi with a shake of their head. That was not something that they were going to explain to Mob right now. They needed to rest. They needed to do something about the pain in their internal organs and the feeling of being cut off from the plant life of the world….and they just needed…..

They needed a drink.

"There are other kinds of acid? Besides the kind that you can dissolve bodies in?" asked Mob. Acid was scary. One time she and Sho had been watching a show about a man who killed people and then melted him in acid….and she had no idea why Sho put those movies on…or why anyone would want to drink acid of all the things in the world to drink….

"Yeah, there's the chemical acid that you're talking about and then there's the fun sort of acid that you-" said Shimazaki. How had he not tripped with her yet!? God, it was like his mind had been full of eels lately. All of this thoughts had been so slippery and hard to hold onto….and he was going to do his best to hold on to this though. He leaned over and put his arm around Toshi. There. Toshi made things easy to remember. The warm, safe, and happy feeling that Toshi gave him would help him remember that as soon as they landed he was going to get some sugar cubes, a toothpick, and that vial of acid and then he was going to put on Yellow Submarine and he and Mob were tripping together for the first time. Better him to pop that cherry than Toshi. They never wanted to have fun with it. They tripped to get their head in order and stuff. He tripped to hear things and feel things…and also sometimes he got stuck walking down memory lane…and he remembered bad things….but Toshi always made them better!

Maybe he should include Toshi in on this.

But they weren't in the right headspace for all of that. No, they were in a terrible mood first of all and second of all it was scary Toshi time. God, he was so glad he didn't have to deal with that. No, he'd trip with Toshi again later when they were feeling better. After the seventeen at the earliest and the twentieth at the latest. Poor Toshi…well at least he had plenty of tiny bottles of grain alcohol and also maybe there was dark chocolate on the snack cart. Yeah, that would help.

Poor, poor, poor Toshi.

"Ryou, shut up. She doesn't need to know about that." Said Minegishi. Mob was not at all in the right headspace for that. She was separated from her little brother, her dad was being creepy, and she already had all of that shit from her past that she hadn't even come close to processing. A bad trip could be traumatizing. A bad trip mixed with Mob's powers….yeah, nobody needed that.

"What don't I need to know about?" asked Mob as she pulled the tiny vodka bottle up her sleeve. Dad wasn't looking at her, he had his earplugs in and he was playing Minecraft again, but she didn't want him to see her drinking and then ask questions….or get mad at her friends.

"I'll tell you later…and get that bottle out of your sleeve. That is way too strong for you." Said Minegishi. No. Mob was not going to drink straight vodka while her father was sitting right there off doing…whatever it was he did over there on long plane rides. Minegishi was putting their money on either plans for world domination or more weird cartoons that he would never admit to watching. A strange man, their boss, a strange and often times very creepy man…

Mob was sitting with them for the rest of this plane ride.

She wasn't wearing yellow again, or anything that looked like that copy of his dead wife's dress that he made her, but he was just…very creepy with her. There was nothing that Minegishi could do for Mob besides keep her right there with them, so that was what they were going to do. They were going to keep her right there with them and also they were going to find something to mix that vodka with because they knew that Mob wanted to drink so they had rather she drink safely than down that whole bottle while their back was turned.

That was the responsible thing to do.

"I can handle it. I won't be like Hatori at the party. I know how to drink. You taught me how to." Said Mob. She wished that Minegishi would have just had more faith in her. She wasn't little, she knew what she was doing, and she never wanted to end up like Hatori at the party. Well she wasn't going to confess her love for anyone on that plane because she wasn't in love with any of them, and also she wasn't going to say that she wanted to eat anyone because that was cannibalism and was wrong even if the plane crashed and it was like that Alive movie that Sho made her watch, and also she was a girl so she didn't even have the option of peeing in a sink….but she still never wanted to be that drunk in her entire life. It didn't look fun at all.

"Can we please stop bringing up the party?" asked Hatori. Ok, so he overdid it. It wasn't his fault! Shimazaki had given him something and then he had been thirstier than he had ever been in his entire life…and he had made some mistakes but that had been last year. This was a new year and he knew not to get drunk on a plane in front of his boss, his boss' kid who was also his boss, and all of his coworkers….and also there wasn't a healer there to fix him if he overdid it! He was not a child and he did not need to be treated like one!

Not that he even wanted to drink….but he was also not going to be told that he couldn't drink.

"But back at the-" said Mob

"To be fair I did give him MDMA. Who knows, maybe he's actually really good at holding his liquor. Maybe he can drink us all under the table and he's just been keeping it a secret. There's only one way to find out." Said Shimazaki as he pulled another tiny bottle of vodka from in his coat and tossed it to Hatori. This time Shibata caught it in midair.

"Shimazaki, stop it. Everyone on this plane knows that Hatori shouldn't drink. Nothing good comes of Hatori drinking." Said Shibata solemnly. He was happy to help out his friends in any way he could but he did not want a repeat of the holiday party. He did not need Hatori spouting nonsense and coming onto people they had to work with…and also he was not holding it for him even though he had been so messed up that he had barely even been able to make it to the…..yeah. That was where he drew the line. Hatori was way too young to drink…well so was Her Little Ladyship but….well she was better at it than Hatori was.

"Exactly. Ryou, you know he can't hold his liquor…or his anything, really. Don't make this plane ride any more unbearable than it has to be. I still haven't fully recovered from the last one." said Minegishi as they downed the tiny, hotel sized, bottle of vodka that Ryou had, apparently, stolen from an actual hotel if the label was to be believed…and they didn't care. He could steal from wherever he wanted and he could go to hotels with whoever he wanted.

"I'm sorry that people were mean to you…but it's ok because we have a rule about that now. Everyone has to be nice to each other for the whole plane ride. That way nobody will fight and also Hatori won't go and hide in the bathroom." Said Mob

"Good show of leadership, Mob, you're really going places….now go to the drink cart and get a bottle of milk or soda or something for me to mix this vodka with. You can't have straight vodka but….God….you can cut it with something. How about that? Does that sound fair to you?" asked Minegishi with a sigh. They were doing the responsible thing, they told themselves, because otherwise she would just drink in secret and overdo it. They had been the ones to teach her to drink…and they could not drop an atomic bomb and then whine when Godzilla came to stomp all over Tokyo for the millionth time.

"And bring Hatori a soda too, please, or one of those green energy drinks he likes." Said Shibata. He would have gotten up to get the drinks himself but he was a very big man and this was a very small plane. He wouldn't be able to get up without bothering everyone….and also he had to be there to keep Hatori from running off to the bathroom to hide. He had a lot of emotional difficulties to work out but he could not work them out in the only bathroom on this plane. What if someone else needed it…though Her Little Ladyship had said that nobody was allowed bathroom breaks…but she could not possibly have been talking about legitimate bathroom breaks…right?

"Hey!" said Hatori. He was not a baby and he did not need to be babied! He could drink! He was almost twenty years old God damn it! If a ten year old girl could drink then so could he!

"Wait, sorry, one of the blue ones he likes. He likes blue better. Sorry that I forgot, Hatori, I'll remember next time." Said Shibata

"No, it's not that! I'm-I'm almost twenty years old!" said Hatori

"I'm almost thirty one! You know, since we're going around saying our ages." Said Shimazaki

"Your birthday isn't until October so shut up. My birthday is before yours. I'm going to be twenty eight long before you turn thirty one." said Minegishi rolling their eyes. They knew what Hatori was getting at. He was a grown man and all of that. Well adults didn't go around talking about how they were adults. They just acted like adults. If he wanted to drink then there was probably a drink cart on this plane fully stocked. If he wanted to go wild and make a moron out of himself then, by all means, he should make a moron out of himself again.

"Mine is the soonest. I'm going to be eleven…well my dad's birthday is the soonest since he's going to be forty four soon…and then Fukuda's….and then Shibata's birthday is after mine he's going to be twenty nine. That's everyone's birthdays." Said Mob. Baby Mukai's birthday had passed a while ago, she was one now, but Mob didn't want to think about that. She knew that there was no point to it, thinking about her baby sister, so she focused on her friends and how much she loved them and how nice it was that everyone was having a birthday this year…well they had birthdays every year…unless they died…but they were too young to die…well dad and Fukuda weren't they were super old…and Mob wasn't sure where she had been going with this so she was just going to stop thinking all together.

"You remembered my birthday? You're so sweet, Your Little Ladyship." Said Shibata. Oh if they weren't on a plane he would have gotten up and hugged her and squeezed her and never let go!

"You're just now realizing this about Mob? God, you could grind her up and bake her in a cake and it would be too sweet." Said Minegishi. They had known Mob for years now. She was a supernaturally sweet little girl. How had he not realized it yet?

"But that would be cannibalism and that would be wrong." Said Mob

"Yeah…wait. Are we talking about some kind of plane crash, lost in the woods, or lifeboat situation because I don't want to paint myself into a corner." Said Shimazaki

"Wait, if we were lost in the woods we could just eat plants and stuff. We don't have to eat each other." Said Mob

"Yeah, you would think so. You'd be surprised how many plants are inedible. Especially when you can't see what you're eating. I know that the green berries are poisonous but I have no idea what the hell green even is…but I lived. I got really sick but I lived…and then I found my way back home and twisted a kitchen knife into that bustard's stomach." Said Shimazaki

"I'm glad that you lived…but it's wrong to stab people." Said Mob

"Eh, you wouldn't be saying that if you had met my father." Said Shimazaki

"You stabbed your dad?" asked Mob with a gasp. Her eyes went over to her dad. She wasn't always happy with him but she would never stab him.

"Mob, don't go digging into this area of his life. Trust me. There is nothing in Shimazaki Ryou's childhood that needs to be revisited." Said Minegishi. Why did he tell these stories? For the attention? He was covered in tattoos, his pockets were full of liquor and drugs, and he was very flexible when he needed to be. He didn't need to regale them all with fucked up stories from his childhood for attention.

"Hey! There is plenty that needs to be revisited. Besides, Sho likes that story. He said that it was cool." Said Shimazaki

"Oh. Well if a ten year old boy thinks that you trying to kill your father after he left you out in the woods to die is cool then, yes, by all means keep talking." Said Minegishi rolling their eyes. Mob did not need to hear this story. She had enough going on in her head without hearing this story. Plus this was the sort of thing that would send Hatori running for the bathroom and they were not going to deal with that again.

"That's…that's messed up man…I'm sorry." said Shibata. Sometimes he forgot about how difficult everyone's life had been compared to his. Well now he felt sort of bad about all the bad thoughts he'd had toward Shimazaki.

"I'm sorry too…but please don't tell Sho those stories. He doesn't need to have ideas like that." Said Mob. No, Sho did not need to think that stabbing dad was even an option. It wouldn't kill him anyway, just make him mad, and then he would punish Sho worse than he had veer been punished before…and also Sho should not have been going around stabbing people.

"Yes, Ryou, keep it to yourself. Mob's little brother already has enough issues with violence and also you're scaring Hatori. Like everyone says he's very fragile emotionally and the slightest thing will send him hiding in the bathroom…and you know full well why I need the bathroom on this plane ride." Said Minegishi

"Because you've already drank two little vodka bottles?" asked Mob

"That and….things which I'll tell you about when you're older." Said Minegishi. Nope. They were not going to have that talk with Mob…but it looked like they were going to have to be the ones to have THE TALK with Mob at some point. Even at the best of times Suzuki couldn't be bothered to get off his ass and do some parenting…and honestly Minegishi had no idea if he even knew what a menstrual cycle was. They were amazed that he had any idea where children came from, that a woman would have wanted to actually….the world was instead a strange and incomprehensible place.

"You always say that." Said Mob. She wondered when she would be older. She was almost eleven but that might not even be old enough to know what Minegishi was talking about. Sometimes she felt like she would be little forever….

"Exactly. Now go to the drink cart already." Said Minegishi. They needed a drink. They needed a drink so badly…and they knew that Mob needed a drink and they would rather she drank responsibly….as responsibly as a ten year old could drink….and they knew that this was their fault…and they just needed a drink. They loved Mob, they really did, but they did not like how the whole future looked like it was stretched out in front of them now. They'd be the one to give Mob the talk, all of the talks, and they'd be the ones to help Mob through the hell that was coming for her…and they had essentially been raising Mob since the age of eight…and they had never wanted to raise a child in the first place…and they just….

They needed a drink.

"Ok." Said Mob. She went over to the drink cart and looked for milk…and didn't find any. She would have to make sure that the next plane ride they took had plenty of milk…and also that red stuff that Hatori liked. They didn't have the green stuff, the red stuff, or the blue stuff…but she hoped that he liked the orange stuff. Especially since it sounded like there was another fight happening….even though she had said no fighting…

She really hoped that she wasn't going to end up having to turn this plane around.

"She's ten! She's ten and she gets to drink but I make one little mistake and then for the rest of my life I'm just 'the baby' of the group? How is that fair? We have actual kids in this group but you all treat me like I'm five." Said Hatori. Maybe he shouldn't have crossed his arms at the end of that if he was trying to look like a respectable adult and shit.

"…it wasn't just one mistake…but let's not talk about that now." Said Shibata. He knew that Hatori had a point, he was an adult and they couldn't stop him, but he also should have had some idea of how just…not ok…his behavior had been. It was hard having friends sometimes.

"Hey, if you want to drink then drink. Go crazy! Suzuki's not paying attention anyway." Said Shimazaki. Yes! Now this would be entertaining.

"That ten year old can hold her liquor better than you can." Said Minegishi with a shrug. Mob did surprisingly well when she was drunk…and high….and coked up….and they had no idea how they were supposed to feel about that. On the one hand anything that could ease the burden her powers placed on her was a good thing but on the other hand she was only ten and should not have been getting drunk or high…or coked up…in the first place.

"I can hold my liquor just fine." Said Hatori. He took the bottle out of Shibata's hand, uncapped it, and downed it like he had seen Shimazaki and Minegishi do time and time again….and then instantly regretted it. Burning. The whole thing made him feel like his mouth and throat were burning. His sinuses got clogged. His eyes watered…but he was not a child. He was not the baby of the group, he was a grown man, and he did not need to be treated more like a child than the actual child.

"What an idiot." Said Minegishi. Honestly. He knew that he couldn't handle his…anything…so why put himself through that. Also even if that was a hotel minibar sized bottle of vodka it was still a lot for someone who was less experienced drinking than even the ten year old.

"If you're going to throw up try to land as much of it as you can on Shibata." Said Shimazaki. Hatori made this too easy. He brought this on himself, really, and he had done this to himself too….but he had better not say anything to Toshi or he really would end up having to drink from the acid vial…wherever it had gotten to.

"No, aim for Shimazaki because this is all his fault." Said Shibata. Hatori was too fragile for all of this. Great. Now he'd need to be taken care of…and he had wanted to listen to his baking podcast for this trip….but it was fine. This was what friends were for….keeping their other friends from making idiots out of themselves in front of the boss.

"How about he vomits in the bathroom like a functional human being?" asked Minegishi. Nope. They were not going to be trapped in this tin can with the smell of vomit everywhere. They would rather have been sitting right next to Fukuda while he went off on some tangent about how he felt that their chest left much to be desired.

"Guys…I said not to fight….and why does Hatori look like he's going to be sick?" asked Mob. She felt like mom a little bit. Like when mom would go off to do stuff and then she and Sho would do the stuff they did when they had been little kids, like draw on the walls or get into the sugar and stuff like that, and then mom would be all 'I can't leave you alone for five minutes' and she'd cross her arms and tap her foot.

Mob put the drinks down and crossed her arms but did not tap her foot.

"Because he decided that if you got to drink then he got to drink…and now here we are." Said Minegishi. God. He was worse than Mob. At least Mob sort of had some concept of her limits.

"Hatori, no, you shouldn't drink. You're going to get sick…and stuff." Said Mob. She didn't know why he even needed to drink. He had total and complete control over his powers. He must have remembered what had happened the last time he had drank…and also he must have remembered why it was a bad idea…and he must have remembered that they didn't have Fukuda with them now….

Right?

"I-I know what I'm doing….now give me another." Said Hatori. He was not going to sit there and be told by a ten year old that he could not drink. He could drink and he would drink and that was what he would do because he was not a child.

"Hatori…haven't you had enough?" asked Shibata

"He'll tell you when he's had enough. Here you go, have three more." Said Shimazaki as he reached into his coat and pulled out three more bottles partially because he wanted to get Hatori drunk off of his ass and partially because he hated the clinking sound that all the bottles made when he moved…and how they dug into him…and how they made his coat feel heavy.

"…I wash my hands of this. Come on, Mob, let the idiot brigade deal with this shit." Said Minegishi as they got up. If that was how Ryou was going to be then he was going to sit alone for this plane ride. Fine by them. They'd had enough of him on the ground anyway. Hatori brought this on himself, true, but Ryou needed to learn how to think things through. His sense of smell was so sensitive that he had to drown himself in cologne every single morning to drown out the stench of the world. Let him deal with the smell of vomit in an enclosed space…and let him explain to the boss why Hatori would soon be puking his guts out for the duration of the plane ride.

"But…but Hatori-" said Mob as Minegishi got up and pulled her by the sleeve. She let herself be led to the part of the plane that Fukuda and Sho usually sat together at. Minegishi held their stomach as they sat down. Mob wished that Fukuda had been there. Even if he didn't like her anymore he still wouldn't have let anything bad happen to her friends.

"Hatori is a grown man, like he said, and he can handle his own shit. Let him make himself sick, I don't care, and neither should you. You have enough to deal with as it is, now give me that soda or whatever you got yourself and let me mix you up a drink before you end up like that idiot back there." Said Minegishi as they sat down and put their feet up on the seat across from them. Mob ha enough to deal with and they had enough to deal with.

"Um…but my dad left me in charge and I can-" said Mob. She could always turn the plane around…even though she didn't want to. She was the boss, dad had made her the boss, and she just…didn't want that. She just wanted to be able to relax…but she was the boss.

"Mob, just leave it. Now do you want me to make you a drink or not?" asked Minegishi

"Um….I do." Said Mob. She wanted a drink but she also wanted to make sure that her friends were ok. She hated being in charge sometimes, she really did, but she also hated it when things went wrong. She was the one in charge of this plane ride and she was the one who had to make sure it went well. Dad had put her in charge, he was the one who trusted her, and she would not let him down. She had to make sure this went well….

It was hard being in charge.

It was hard being the one who had to be responsible all the time but…but dad had put her in charge…and she would be in charge if anything went wrong…but right now she just wanted to sit there and relax with her friend and…and she hoped that her friends were ok….and she hoped that dad wasn't lonely all the way over there playing Minecraft by himself in the corner…and she hoped that Sho was alright wherever he was….and she hoped that baby Mukai was alright wherever she had gone off too….and she just…

She really hoped that this plane ride wasn't going to be any worse than the last one.