‘ bitterness keeps me awake. adding sugar would ruin that. ’ a calculated movement—almost gentle—as she takes the cup from enid’s hand. fingertips brushing briefly. ‘ you don’t need to understand it if you already made it right. ’
conceals intrigue. ) remarkable. you’ve somehow breached the laws of physics armed only with crayons and delusion. ( she studies the animated cat, tone dry yet unmistakably fascinated. ) next you’ll tell me it requires feeding.
( her finger stills against the creature’s head, the faintest crease forming between her brows. it’s warm — disconcertingly so. she withdraws her hand as if burned, straightening with a measured calm that only barely https://t.co/T0oEFHNQjJ
what hallucination? that's real. 😺 ( she giggles a bit as she watches miss addams' interest in the doodle. the cat itself presses it's head up against her finger with a purr, and wednesday can definitely feel SOMETHING from it. ) uhhhh, i dunno!
...impressive. you’ve managed to manifest a hallucination i don’t entirely despise. ( she kneels just slightly, finger extended to the animated doodle as if testing the limits of its existence. ) does it shed?
( her eyes follow the movement, head tilting in that small, surgical way that suggests curiosity restrained by discipline. the creature lands on her desk, tail flicking. she regards it for a moment too long. ) https://t.co/T0oEFHOo9h
( after a couple of seconds in silence, she'd turn over the pad: ) i drew a cat. 😺 ( said cat doodle happens to start frolicking, right off of the paper and into the real world. )
immediately. ) you have exactly three seconds before i start listing the chemical compositions of disinfectants. ( a pause. the threat hangs hollow; she doesn’t move. ) you’re fortunate i’m feeling tolerant today.
( the contact lands like a shock through glass — brief, jarring, and entirely too warm. instinct tenses her shoulders, but doesn’t pull away. she recognizes the scent of bubblegum shampoo and unearned optimism https://t.co/T0oEFHOo9h
hazardous to be near you when you are. ( a beat. her gaze flicks to the streaks of pink and blue on the girl’s sleeves. ) occupational risk of being your roommate.
( brow lifts, unbothered. still, her tone softens just enough to betray amusement beneath the usual frost. ) you mistake my disdain for restriction. i never said you couldn’t be colorful, enid. i only said it’s https://t.co/T0oEFHOo9h
( her nose scrunches faintly at the memory of glitter and artificial strawberry colliding with her sinuses— a near-death experience disguised as a beverage. ) one sip. only to confirm it’s as abominable as i remember. https://t.co/T0oEFHOo9h
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Good. She's.. happy that it does. ANYWAYS— she's sipping on her extremely colorful, sparkly, furraccino. Would.. she like a taste ? Enid knows how much Wednesday enjoys the terrible feeling it gives her because of her allergies.
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( she blinks slowly, arms crossing as well in quiet restraint — irritation and fondness stitched together like an inconvenient habit. the corner of her mouth twitches. ) https://t.co/T0oEFHNQjJ