𝕾𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 - [𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻]

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘦𝘳

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - indiana flyer

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 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 at the very same conclusion as Scarlet. This damned Russian mumbo-jumbo made no sense. None. At. All.

 They rifled through the words, they'd assaulted the pause and play buttons with their heavy fingers poking and prodding... they'd translated, and they'd re-translated just in case. Each attempt ended the very same way; Scarlet would blow out a hearty breath, her hair ruffling as she tossed her head back. Robin would goggle and glare at the words, willing them to change and make a lick of sense... and Dustin would topple forth, forehead clammering against the metal table he sat at.

 'The week is long.'

 Apparently, Scarlet's Russian hadn't been off at all. For the very words she had managed to uncover, matched with the ones Robin had made out. But what the hell did they mean?

 They'd taken a short break, each of them mulling over the words as they slumped in cold chairs, slurping away at the Cola Scarlet had left to buy for each of them. It was quite clear to them all that nothing they would soon uncover would steer them any closer... After all, if Scarlet's first translated sentence had been correct, it wasn't unlikely that her second one would be too.

 'The silver cat feeds.'

 That had been the second sentence... and it wasn't any less evasive and utterly ridiculous than the first.

 The only thing that had kept Scarlet from descending into a pit of absolute insanity as she stared at symbols and dodgy words... was the short and sweet visit from Eleven and Max. Their voices had chimed from in front of the store counter, each of their faces alight with grins as they prattled off their request to Steve, all the while calling out that they'd be catching the bus home.

 Steve had served them happily, a crooked grin on his own lips as he drizzled extra syrup atop their cones; blue raspberry for Max, and chocolate for Eleven; it seemed as though Scarlet's sweet-tooth had rubbed off on the littlest of Hopper's.

 Steve had waved them off, fingers digging into his pocket to procure a few notes to cover their order, even if Max had tried to intervene — which was strange for the girl.

 It was sweet, really, to see just how much Steve had taken to Eleven. He'd never met her prior to Scarlet's arrival in Hawkins, and yet within such a short time, Steve regarded her the very same way he did with Dustin; the little sibling he never knew he wanted.

 It had grown impeccably late by the time Scarlet and Robin — with a dash of help from Dustin and Steve — had finally translated a majority of the mumbled Russian words glossed in static from Dustin's tape.