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[keiiprotas]

[queenbloo-blog]

Happy Taco Tuesday, everyone.  Let us feast.

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[twoboysandaladder]

Open post-RR EQG RP (Open! Yes, I'm writing two characters. Don't worry!)

Square Root was sitting in the bleachers at the track, math homework spread out around him. He might have been there for moral support, but moral support didn't mean falling behind in his classes. Besides, Waterspout rarely noticed if he was looking or not. 

Practice was underway and he was mumbling to himself  under his breath, reciting formulas. Life had mostly gone back to normal since the BotB... well, a much better normal for Square Root. And normal meant math tests.

[heretherebedork]

*re-rewatches Rainbow Rocks*

*shipping intensifies*

[fandom-artworks]

MLP Rainbow Rocks: Real Twilight Sparkle by KateDoof

[fandom-artworks]

Rainbow Rocks!#3 by FJ-C

[heretherebedork]

Best. Background. Pairing. Ever.

SO CANON.

[twoboysandaladder]

Everyday Music (EQG: RR G-rated Square Root/Waterspout)

The school has mostly gone back to normal after the second incident. Even Square Root can admit that it’s nice to have music playing regularly, though, and the intercom buzzes with classical, rock, punk, anything anyone requests that the Principal approves or that they slip past her, straight into the hands of their only DJ. It’s rare that those really get played, honestly, but they all still try. Who wouldn’t?

Square Root tries to ignore the music, for the most part. His focus is math, science, the intricate beauties of the world of numbers and forces and the things that you can’t see but affect you in every way. Statistics make the world go round, not music or heartfelt ballads.

It takes him weeks to notice that there’s one song he keeps hearing in the same class. In fact, it takes almost two months before his head jerks up in the middle of a math problem because he knows all the words to the song and his feet are tapping along and he has absolutely no idea why.

“Do you like it?” Waterspout asks. How the jock ever got intothis math class, he’ll never know. He spends most of his time helping him, in fact, and it helps that they’re always together. “I mean, the song,” he clarifies when Square Root’s blank expression answers the question.

“Oh.” Square Root tilts his head slightly. “I think I do? I mean, I don’t really recognize it consciously, although I appear to have unconsciously absorbed the melody and many of the lyrics. That is quite unusual, considering the range of musical tastes and appropriate music accepted by Vinyl Scratch.”

“Well,” Waterspout always took a few minutes to reply when Square Root started talking, staring at the smaller teen as the words just kept coming. “I asked her to play that song during our math class. I kind of thought you’d notice the pattern eventually. Aren’t patterns one of your… things?”

“Mathematical patterns. Scientific and statistical patterns.” Square Root nodded slowly. “I can see how you would extrapolate that. But musical patterns and recognition are some of my weak points. I do not hold true to several correlated scientific studies linking musical and mathematical abilities.”

“At least you recognized it eventually?” Waterspout ventured as he scooted his chair a little closer. “I mean, you memorized it before you did, apparently. But that’s not all bad!” He grinned.

“What song is it?” Square Root cannot contain his curiosity, even about things he has apparently been painfully oblivious to for far too long. After all, how is one to discover if one does not question what on e always thought they knew?

“You’ll have to find out yourself,” Waterspout replies with a grin. “Tomorrow.”