Wednesday was woken up by the alarm on Enid's side table, thrown off by the moving werewolf launching herself from the bed. Wednesday sighed, looking up at the ceiling of the dorm and rolling to the left to avoid Enid as she got up, rushing to get ready.
Wednesday didn't question it, nor did they bother changing from Enid's clothes, they didn't even care about the uniform and climbed back onto the bed, watching Enid bustle about the room to get ready, gathering a clean uniform, showering, and applying make up.
Wednesday tilted their head, humming in thought. How interesting that they both wore make up. Truthfully, they thought Enid looked better without it, but since the wolf liked getting ready with it, there wouldn't be a complaint.
Once ready, Wednesday stood by the door, looking at Enid as she searched for her bookbag. The demon wordlessly lifted a hand, holding out the bookbag by it's hinge.
With an ecstatic, "Thank you!" Enid rushed downstairs to breakfast, Wednesday trailing behind her silent.
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Wednesday lurked beside Enid, watching with interest as she ate breakfast, sweet pastries that made their stomach churn in discomfort, a cup of coffee loaded with sugar and Carmel. Wednesday shuddered, shaking their head whenever Enid would hold out a pastry, trying to get them to eat something. Their mistress wanted to care for them, the thought made Wednesday's heart clench uncomfortably and after another attempt of offering from the werewolf, Wednesday finally have in and took one, looking at it with confused and furrowed eyebrows before taking a small bite.
The raspberry filled pastry was snatched away from them as soon as they turned to spit out the piece in their mouth, the taste enough to make their body spasm and attempt to puke what little food was inside their stomach. Yoko stood behind them, the sugary confection in her hand. Carefully manicured nails dug into the sticky filling as it was crushed.
"What the fuck dude, you know not to eat that shit! It'll make you sick..." Yoko's lips pulled into a snarl and she went to hit the back of Wednesday's head, only for her arm to be caught by a shaky hand.
"I am perfectly well Tanaka, I merely wanted to please my Mistress, since she desires I eat more." Wednesday's voice was quiet as they explained, not wishing to make a fuss over such a thing. Though Enid seemed to have other plans and immediately teared up, almost crying while wrapping her arms around their small body.
"Wednesday I'm so sorry! I didn't know it would make you sick!" Enid buried her head in the crook of Wednesday's neck, making them pull their hood up to hide their face.
"It's fine, I should have informed you previously. I'm sorry Enid, Tanaka." Yoko sighed, dropping the crushed pastry onto Enid's plate and heading to the bathroom to wash her hands, leaving the two alone to enjoy breakfast.
"Tell me next time you need to eat, ok? Or whatever you call it..."
"Of course."
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Wednesday was bored, sitting crosslegged and back straightened on the stool at their shared desk with Enid. Usually, Enid sat beside Ajax but they'd threatened him until they could get the seat. Wednesday glanced at Enid, jealousy festering deep inside their heart at the sight of Enid leaning against the desk, elbow propped up and head resting on her hand, head tilted to look at Ajax, the shameless staring Making it hard for Wednesday to focus on the already boring class. They enjoyed science, they'd already finished with the project too and even made Enid's vial. Eventually, annoyed and bored Wednesday decided to do their own thing, making a beloved favorite from home. Cyanide. They considered just sipping from it now, but tucked the vial away in their pocket before they'd be caught. Perhaps they could use it on that idiot gorgon? Or make a horrendous tea for Enid when she became sick or cold. Wednesday frowned at the idea, immediately dropping it when they remembered that Werewolves were unusually hot.
After a moment of thinking, Wednesday got the vial and opened it, taking a sip and closing their eyes to enjoy it. The flavor danced along their tongue, the kick that reminded them so much of home, the dark bitter coffee like taste that a good quad could only provide. Wednesday smiled at the taste, missing the way Enid noticed it, and drank the rest, feeling somewhat better for the day after becoming distracted from the way their mistress admired the stoned gorgon. They'd have to do something about that, tonight seemed like a good time, but what would they do? Oh, they had so many ideas, it was rather exciting truthfully and they had hope that their mistress would be pleased at their work for her.