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Wednesday scowls as she stomps her way towards Ophelia hall. Thing scuttles onto her boot, tapping out a message. “I’m not sulking and I resent that accusation” Wednesday responds without slowing down. Thing taps out a response quickly. Wednesday pauses long enough that Thing taps again, getting her attention. She bends down to offer a hand for Thing to climb up to her shoulder. “Fine. We’ll make a brief stop at the cafeteria but only because I plan on making my writing time longer today.” Wednesday responds, changing her course. Thing gives a thumbs up from her shoulder, satisfied.
Loud music coming from the room doesn’t surprise Wednesday. The choice in music however is different from Enid’s usual pop music drivel. Wednesday quirks her eyebrow as she slowly opens the door. Wednesday considers herself prepared for anything thrown her way. Enid in a sports bra and loose sweats doing push ups in the middle of their shared room would fall in the realm of “anything”. Wednesday blinks as she stares at the muscles contracting on Enid’s back, she sets the two plates she was holding onto her desk. Thing jumps off Wednesday’s shoulder snapping her out of her trance at the sound of the smack. Wednesday takes measured steps towards the laptop blaring angry hip hop from its spot on Enid’s nauseatingly colorful bed. Thing drags a towel towards Enid whose head snaps up at the disruption of her music.
Enid rushes to her feet at the sudden appearance of her roommate. “Wednesday!” She exclaims, slinging the towel Thing offers around her neck and wiping her face. Enid’s hair is pulled up out of her face revealing the scars trailing from her eyebrow to her ear, a prize she won last year in her battle with the Hyde. Wednesday definitely doesn’t let her eyes linger on the scars or down to her admittedly toned stomach.
Enid coughs, “why aren’t you in class? It’s Monday.” Enid squeaks out trying not to cover herself.
“It was canceled, something about professor Karnstein’s wife having an accident, not that I see why that would matter” Wednesday responds in her signature monotone.
“Hummers?” Enid asks helpfully, shifting her weight to the balls of her feet.
“Eugene’s moms are in town keeping him rather busy. Since when do you exercise?” Wednesday levels her gaze at her roommate- a challenge.
Enid squares her shoulders taking a few steps towards Wednesday. She’s been doing that more this year than last- rising to Wednesday’s challenges. Something that isn’t lost on the shorter girl who stands her ground and crosses her arms.
“Since forever, working out is totes important to a healthy lifestyle” Enid clasps her hands behind her back, a jovial tone to her voice.
Wednesday narrows her eyes “you hate exercising, you always complain about the way the furs smell at lunch after frisbee golf practice”. “That’s because boys are gross and don’t know how to shower properly. What’s with the plates?” Enid responds quickly, changing the subject.
“I brought you chocolate cake from the cafeteria. You spend most of fencing class in the corner with blood-” Wednesday stops herself at Enid’s eyebrow quirk. “With Tanaka,” Wednesday finishes pursing her lips.
Enid brightness “I like to watch fencing more than actually participating. The chocolate cake is my favorite!” She takes a step towards the cake on the desk. Wednesday shifts to stand between Enid and her prize.
“I know. That’s why I got it for you. How long have you been doing this?” Wednesday continues her questions. Enid worries her bottom lip with her teeth, “dunno a few months I guess” she trails off meeting Wednesday’s glare. “I don’t know why it matters anyways,” Enid continues, eyes darting to the door. “Anyways I have to go shower,” She bops Wednesday’s nose with her index finger before twirling around quickly. Enid grabs her shower caddy near the door and walks out throwing a hurried “thanks for the cake Willa!” on her way out. Wednesday’s lip quirks. Thing clambers onto Wednesday’s bed and sits on the frame. “How long has this been going on?” she demands of her companion. Thing makes a gesture intended to be a shrug. Wednesday narrows her eyes. “If you’re lying to me I’m taking your favorite lotion” she spits out but there’s no venom behind it. Wednesday stares at the door half expecting the ray of sunshine to bound back through. She shakes her head slightly before sitting at her desk and uncovering her typewriter. Something was going on with Enid and Wednesday intended to get to the bottom of this mystery.