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Fort tripped over his feet because he wasn’t paying attention. “That’s not very skibidi of you.” Cyrus said solemnly. Fort did a double take.
“How many students will fit in here?” Fort asked, looking around at his new classroom. He hadn’t been there before.
“About 6-7.” Cyrus replied. Jia and Fort both stood there staring at him, open-mouthed. Who was teaching him this???
Ellora’s eyes glowed black as she looked through time to find out who stole her cookies. “Wow, Ellora! You have so much aura. You really ate!” Ellora immediately broke out of her trance and gaped at him, while Sierra and Rachel doubled over in silent laughter. Fort narrowed his eyes at the laughing girls. He had his culprits.
“You know, there’s a show where people ship Merlin and Arthur.” Rachel commented at lunch. Cyrus choked on his water.
“That’s so not sigma.” He coughed out. Fort got up and left the table. Rachel put her head on the table, her shoulders shaking in laughter, while Jia stared at Cyrus again, muttering a soft “what the fuck.” under her breath. Ellora snorted and Sierra smirked.
“Kill me now.” Damian muttered with his head in his hands. And the one day that he relented and sat with Sierra’s friends too!
“Wow.” Cyrus glanced over at someone walking on the street. “He has a nice face card.” Fort looked at him in shock—not for the first time in this dreaded “Cyrus’s Slang Arc” week. Cyrus slapped a hand over his mouth and turned red. “I didn’t—I don’t—never mind.” He turned towards Jia and pressed his head on her shoulder, leaning into her. She gently scratched his scalp, lips pursed in an attempt to not laugh.
Fort pushed down a spike of jealousy and looked away.
“Hollywood has a flat girlboss problem.” Rachel said. “Like, give the girls character please? Flaws? Humour maybe? This is why I prefer animation.”
“I thought girlboss was a cool thing?” Cyrus asked.
“Not when it’s monetized.”
“She-ra is the GOAT.” Cyrus said, curled up with Fort on his bed with the laptop across their legs.
“Keep this up and I won’t watch it with you.”
“We have to go now.” Cyrus said, giving Fort a quick hug goodbye. “Let’s go, lesbians!” Jia snorted and Rachel let out a chuckle.
Sierra and Cyrus were singing a (admittedly and a little surprisingly) pretty harmony of Golden in the middle of the hallway at 2am on a Saturday. One of the Chads came out and threw a pillow at Cyrus, hitting him smack dab in the face; Damian tackled Sierra. Ellora came out to complain but found a big pillow fight in the middle of the hallway (the Chads had brought more pillows and Cyrus was using the one thrown at him) and instead broke down into laughter, running to get her own pillows.
The pillow fight lasted until 5am, and included all the kid staff (magic was banned, but Cyrus was pretty sure Damian cheated at one point).
“Where’s Fort?” Jia asked.
“The opps got him.” Sierra responded immediately.
“Oh, no! Not the opps!” Cyrus put his hands on his face in mock concern before giving Sierra a questioning look. "Wait, not Doctor Opps, right? Like that was a phrase?"
Sierra snorted. "Yeah, not Dr. Opps. I'd hope, at least."
If Cyrus said 6-7 one more time Fort was going to portal him into the sun.
Or a black hole.
Either way Sierra and Rachel were going first.