❝it's gonna take a lot to drag you away from me; there's nothing a hundred men or more could ever do!❞
africa - toto
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"Um, you need help with that?"
"What would she need your scrawny fingers for?"
"Well, I mean, it's taking a while, so-"
"Just let her focus, Polly Pocket."
"Alright, so if we don't find a more efficient method to stop these fans, we're never gonna find help, and ya'll's ice cream buddies are screwed."
"Yeah, with that attitude, they are, Jee-zus."
"Do you two ever shut up, oh my God." Cassiopeia Turner cut into Dustin Henderson and Erica Sinclair's consistent argument. They'd been in the vents for hours, sweat caking their faces and knees aching, hope trinkling down with each bead.
"I mean, we've made it about point-three miles in nine hours. Then we had to walk three hours down that tunnel, so I'd estimate ten miles back to the elevator, which should take us approximately twelve-and-a-half days."
At this point, Cassie had stopped meddling with the wires to the fan, her eyebrows knitting into her sweaty forehead. Brown eyes landed onto the smaller girl in shock, all previous annoyance off of her face. "Did you just do all of that in your head?"
"I'm good with numbers," Erica elaborated, almost sheepishly.
"Holy shit! You're a nerd."
"Come again?" Erica exclaimed back at Dustin, the two's argument progressing even further. Cassie pursed her lips, only able to be mildly entertained beneath the overwhelming discomfort of not knowing what was happening with Steve and Robin. Anything could be happening to them at this very moment.
Or who knows, they could already be dead.
Shivering at just the thought, Cassie tuned back into the conversation as a way to push those intrusive thoughts away. "Fact one: you're a math whiz, apparently."
"That was a pretty straightforward equation." Erica shrugged, Cassie snorting at her explanation. "It didn't even sound like English at one part, E."
"Fact number two," Dustin continued, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're a political junkie."
"Just because I don't agree with Communism as an ideology-"
"Fact number three: you love My Little Pony." Dustin showcased Erica's backpack as proof, the younger girl snatching it out of his hands. "And what does My Little Pony have to do with this?"
"Ah, let's recall the ponies' latest adventure, shall we?" Both Erica and Cassie stared at him expectantly, eyes held in mutual shock and confusion as he rambled. "The evil centaur team and Tirek turns Applejack into a dragon at Midnight Castle, and then Megan and the other ponies have to use Moochick's magic to defeat his rainbow of darkness, saving them from a lifetime of enslavement. All the pink in the world can't disguise the irrefutable fact that centaurs and castles and dragons and magic are all standard nerd tropes. Ergo, My Little Pony is nerdy. Ergo, you, Erica, are a nerd."
