The Square Root of a Waterspout

This is a post-Sunset Shimmer Equestria Girls Askblog staring Square Root and Waterspout aka the techie from the wobbly ladder and the jock who steadied it. Follow and help (or hinder them) in their slowly growing relationship as the school tries to recover from finding out about Sunset Shimmer, alternate worlds and magic. Square Root's blog posts will be titled "Math: The Final Frontier" while Waterspout's blog posts will be titled "The Race".

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MY BOYS. Ugh, I missed them so much LOOK AT THEM SHARE AN UMBRELLA. My most canon ship ever.

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Did you gave up on the blog...? Please say no.

((Not fully dropped. But I got a dog, went back to work and have had a very, very busy last several weeks. My apologies and I will be responding this weekend!))

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“lissome” (ˈlɪs əm, adjective) Known as one of the most beautiful words in the English lexicon, lissome is defined as slender and graceful. Waterspout, who would you describe in that word?

WS: Well, ain’t that a word an’ a half! Ain’t one I plan on usin’. Uh, I dunno, honestly? I think a lotta folks would assume it’d be Rootz... but he ain’t that graceful. Slender, yeah, he got that! But he’s the kinda guy who trips over his own shoelaces and ends up wearin’ his shoes as a hat. Gotta say, I’d probably lean towards a coupla the other sports folks, includin’ Dashie. She’s got a lotta that in her!

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Can you write more fan-fictions?

((I will try! I’m trying to work on ideas for it, honestly. That’s why I started this, I suppose, besides the hope of RP. So I will do my best! Goal is one a week, so we’ll see if I can balance a full time job, a part time job and writing fanfic. Can’t be THAT hard, right? Lulz, adulting. :D))

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Happy Pi Day! (A little fic ‘cause my anonymous is awesome. :D)

Square Root had a tradition for every mathematical day he could fine. But his favorite, by far, was Pi day. After all, almost everyone knew of it. So other people responded when he wore his Pi day pin and Pi day socks and, with the newfound bravery of his boyfriend, Pi day suspenders. Being decked out made the school days a little attention-filled. But it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. At least these were mostly his friends. “Rootz!” Waterspout grabbed him in a hug and grinned as he stepped onto the front steps right after the final bell. “Ya got any more plans for Pi day? Seems like you gotta, since you ain’t done anything but dress up yet!” “I do,” Square Root smiled, linking their hands when he the hug ended. “I want to surprise you, though. Is... that okay?” “Sure as shiz!” Laughing, Waterspout swung their hands between them, waving with the other as they left the campus. “Ya gotta know by now that I love yer kinda surprises!” Square Root flushed and smiled, leaning his cheek on the taller boy’s shoulder for a moment. “I always hope so, but I will still check to be sure.” He replied when he found the words. “An’ I ain’t got a problem with that. I just also ain’t gonna stop reassurin’ ya.” Waterspout chuckled, “Didya have a good day, bae?” “I did. I am surprised that everyone was so appreciative of my outfit. There were even similar pins on a few other students and not just the ones I have made for friends in the past.” “I’m wearin’ mine!” Waterspout laughed. “‘Course, you knew that.” “I did put it on your this morning.”  They chatted through their respective days as Square Root lead them through the neighborhood. This was his area of the town, a little less high-class than where Waterspout lived. But there were all kinds of little houses decorated creatively and nothing resembling cookie cutter styles. Their final stop was a building just starting to crumbled with a half-lit sign that read ‘The Lunch Lady’s Pastries’. “I ain’t never heard of this place!” Waterspout looked up, shading his eyes with his free hand. “It’s not very busy,” Square Root agreed. “I believe the name may be an issue in the popularity.” But he lead Waterspout inside with a smile. The inside was barely decorated. The walls were bare concrete, the small fridge in the corner filled with strangely colored sodas that Waterspout had never seen before. There a counter on one side with a display of pastries beside it and a few wobbly-looking chairs with tiny tables scattered in the rest of the small space. “Squarie!” The woman behind the counter was round and cheerful with dark red skin and brilliant white hair. “Is it Pi... you brought a friend!” She laughed, throwing her head back. “It’s Pi day and Squarie brought a friend! How wonderful!” “Waterspout,” Square Root’s entire face was almost the same color as the baker’s skin and his voice cracked on the name. “Waterspout,” he cleared his throat. “This is Phyllo. She owns this store.” “Waterspout, eh?” Phyllo chuckled and came around the counter, eyeing them up. Her eyes were a bright brown, the same color as the pie crusts in her display. “Well, well, well, Squarie! Looks like you’ve been lucky since you came here!”

“Phyllo knew my parents growing up,” Square Root blushed deeper, ducking his head and squeezing Waterspout’s hand. “My dad took me here all the time growing up.” “Good t’meetya!” Waterspout offered his hand to her for what turned out to be a crushing handshake.  “So, what will you be having today?” Phyllo grinned. “Pie,” Square Root shook his head at her laughed, “If you made it this year...” “Of course I made it this year! An’ I called your father and he’s paying this year, Squarie. No arguments! Not after you had to pay me over a month last year.” She tutted and flashed a smile. “So take a seat and I’ll bring your pie out. “My dad?” Square Root’s head jerked up. “What, you think you’re the only one I talk to ever? Yeah, your father. He payed, so save the pocketful of change for the kinda things a kid your age should be buying.” “I’m almost in college, Phyllo!” Square Root’s protest was said to her back as she waved them to a seat. Square Root sighed and tugged Waterspout to a seat. “Here,” he smiled, “They’re the least wobbly seats here.” “This place is pretty amazin’, Rootz,” Waterspout laughed and leaned over the tiny table to kiss the corner of his mouth. “A kinda awesome surprise.” “This isn’t really the surprise,” Square Root smiled through his blush. “But I guess it’s part of it.” A moment later Phyllo emerged from the back with the pie. And once it was on the table, the surprise was evident. The pie was small, about enough for two or a very hungry one. There were four different flavors inside the crust, pineapple, apple, cherry and some type of cheesecake. And topping all of them was a pie crust Pi symbol painted with edible glitter. “Is this the surprise?” Waterspout stared. “Yes,” Square Root smiled, “This is my Pi pie. Phyllo and I invented it when I was little.” “And they’re still the best selling thing in my online shop!” Phyllo laughed when Waterspout turned to stare at her. “What? This storefront is a bust, even you can tell. But Squarie here is a genius with computers. He made me the most amazing site and all kinda people from all over order my things now! Now, eat!” She cut the pie, making sure to get at least two flavors in each piece as she placed them on little plates.  “Thank you,” Square Root smiled as she hustled into the back. “Do you like it?”

Waterspout grinned. “Like, Rootz?” With a mouthful of pie, he leaned in and kissed his blushing boyfriend. “It’s pie!”

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Waterspout, do you have any secrets you are willing to tell us about square root?

WS: He gets crazy excited for stuff like Pi day an’... stuff like that. I dunno all of it, but there are all kinds days that are jokes on numbers. An’ he knows ‘em all. An’ he has shirts for lots of ‘em. An’ shiz he does every year. All kinds cool, but not somethin’ he tells a lotta people ‘bout.An’, just for somethin’ special, he’s got a cute little mole on his shoulder blade.

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I think you two need a date night, like a dinner date night. (Gotta eat square root.)

WS: Sounds like a good idea! Ya got any good places for us t’go? Neither of us got much money, but we got time to try new stuff.SR: I prefer picnics rather than eating out, Waterspout.WS: Yeah, but we gotta treat ourselves sometimes!

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Have you two went to the beach? (Whispers) Square root, is it true you blush like crazy when you see your bf shirtless?

SR: I...WS: He does, can’t deny that shiz! Kinda adorbs, though. Gotta love it!SR: I do not mean to.WS: But Rootz doesn’t even wear a swimsuit. He ain’t a fan of the water, so he sits ‘round on the beach an’ makes stuff.SR: I enjoy building sandcastles. The ocean is slightly intimidating and I sunburn quite easily, so I avoid being without a shirt.

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Waterspout, when did someone humiliate you at some point?

WS: Dashie is our last race! Fastest gal ever, she puts me t’shame every time.

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Can square root even go through a day without all that fancy (and expensive) tech?

SR: Why would I want to?

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Not to make square cry but when was the last time someone humiliated him?

WS: Are ya sure you wanna talk ‘bout it, Rootz?SQ: I suppose we are here to... answer questions and discuss our lives, correct?WS: Yeah, but it ain’t like we gotta do it all!SQ: You would not hesitate to answer.WS: I ain’t you, bae.SQ: But I do have you. So, we can discuss one of the more... minor ones.WS: Ain’t got a problem with that! Let’s see... How ‘bout Prof Disc and that whole shenanigan thing.SQ: Ah, yes. I suppose that is one I am... mostly willing to discuss. Professor Discord is the theater teacher here at Canterlot High. And he has worked very hard to insure that every student is required to participate in at least one theater production in their time at the school in some capacity. I have agreed to do the lighting for our latest production. I am unsure how exactly he was able to hack my programming and am, in fact, still studying the changes he made... but suffice to say that he programmed the lights to spell out some very interesting and untrue facts about my reasons for preferring Waterspout as my boyfriend.WS: Rootz, the lights kinda made the shape of a butt with a heart. Ain’t nothing that specific.SQ: It was when he announced that it was clearly the computer understanding my preferences! But most of the school body knows better than than to listen to him, so it has not been awful.WS: An’ I ain’t gonna let anyone mock my bae.((Note: Yes, I do in fact have a Professor Discord, theater teacher, askblog. Just the lolz.))

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You know the battle of the bands? What were you two arguing about?

WS: Which band was better. Though, lookin’ back, ain’t no one all that good at that shit honestly. All kinda crappy. Ain’t got a good idea why we thought we were so gosh great.SQ: There was... magic in the air, as it turns out. We spent a great deal of time arguing about the importance and use of technology in the bands. The created group done by my friends and myself was entirely electronic without a single instrument that was not digital.WS: Yeah, an’ mine is all acoustic. ‘Cause it ain’t really music unless yer playin’ it with yer hands.SQ: Music is a combination of notes, it has nothing to do with what is producing it. It is entirely in its effects and the enjoyment of the viewing public.WS: Ain’t no one appreciatin’ all electric music.SQ: And there are very few people who can enjoy poorly tuned instruments!WS: ... Guess I can’t disagree with that shit.

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(Waterspout avoids highly intellectual places. He’s the kind of guy who only enters bookstores reluctantly and will enter the campus bookstore at college only under duress. Same with, like, poetry nights and stuff like that. He’ll go with Square Root, but never alone.Square Root avoids anywhere with large amounts of people. And sports things. And anywhere that has lots of flashing lights and loud music. Uh. He avoids a lot of things?)

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(Square Root moreso than Waterspout. Square Root is often unaware of how his actions affect others. He tries to predict people’s reactions based on logic rather than emotion and it often backfires. He’s always certain to feel bad and apologize... but learning takes either a seriously straight forward explanation or a lot of repetition.)

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(Square Root’s insecurity is his own emotions. He’s spent his life trying to be a computer, well, mostly. He always wanted to be Mr. Spock. So he doesn’t totally trust his own feeling nor his own reactions to them. And that makes him very uncomfortable and insecure. Point out when he’s expressing emotion and he’ll likely stammer and blush and try to explain it away even if he wanted to be feeling it at that very moment.Waterspout is a little harder. He doesn’t really have a major insecurity because he’s just not the type to be sincerely and honestly insecure a lot of the time. But he does have one that’s less minor. And that’s his intelligence. Especially since hes started dating one of the smartest guys in the school. He knows he’s not the smartest, though he’s not dumb. He just feels dumb sometimes. So he tries to avoid talking about grades and classes a lot and has avoided getting tutoring.)

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WS: I love t’show affection! An’ I’m very physical, I gotta say. I always love t’hug an’ kiss an’ show it all off. There ain't any need for it to be a secret. 

SQ: I am still adjusting to this. My family is not affectionate, so I do not always know how to respond. But I do find it to be very enjoyable. I primarily show affection through gifts. 

WS: My bae Rootz had been readin’ a book ‘bout love language an’ stuff! He’s learnin’ all kindsa stuff.

SQ: My inexperience has lead me to discover new ways to learn about what comes naturally to many people. A book about the different languages of love seemed appropriate. I am glad that we share one language, although Waterspout does not wholly understand my enjoyment of giving gifts.

WS: But it ain’t a problem either! 

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SR: I have had this happen several times, actually. I have found that the best response is to then not eat lunch.WS:  That ain’t a response!

SR: How would you define it, then?

WS: As... what happened to ya ‘cause of them! That ain’t a response.

SR: I suppose that is true. I typically responded, in that case, by allowing them to rather than being beaten. I found hunger far preferable to being in pain and then having to explain what had happened to a teacher. At my elementary school, the teachers preferred to remind me that I simply had to be more similar to the other students,

WS: Yer old teachers were kinda awful.

SR: What would you have done?

WS: I woulda kicked ‘em up and down the school hallways! Taken ‘em out. An’ I’d do it for you in a second, bae.