Phones were easy to use, so getting the phone number was easy. Tara knew quite a bit about online surveillance, which was extremely interesting to her two partners. Wednesday praised her and left soft kisses on her lips, Amber would be rougher, complimenting her and marking her with light dugs into her skin. It wasn't bad, but Tara was more relieved Amber was the one biting her than Wednesday.
"The number, we have it?" Wednesdaystood up from their crouched spot beside Tara, her arm having once rested on their shoulders and now settled on her lap, the blood beginning to move again.
"One phone number of Esther Sinclair has been collected. We'll call her later. When do the families arrive?" Tara hummed against Amber as she spoke, her head resting on the taller girl's shoulder.
"Soon. Then, my brides will meet my family. What a horrid thought."
Tara blushed when she heard Wednesday, embarrassed they called her one of their brides. Amber grinned her experiences with Wednesday having her unsurprised by such a name. It was sweet, they were adorable even if they would rather be skinned alive than to hear it be said aloud.
"Trust me, our wolf will love the Addams Family!" Amber had a soft spot for the parents of her little monster. Gomez was her favorite since he had spent hours teaching them both the proper education of sword fighting. fencing was a practiced dance, flowing like Morticia's spider silk dresses and catching your opponent only with reflexes. Amber wasn't a big fan of fencing, not like Wednesday was. Wednesday was in a constant state of calm that didn't match the rabid beast they truly were, they'd trained themselves in it, and Gomez could easily pull out the beast by merely challenging to cross their blade. Only Addams would be honored enough to see the monster underneath their false visage, and Amber loved getting a glimpse into the dark.
"Are we ready?" Tara asked again, she was being pulled by Amber into an embrace from behind, and she struggled for a moment before she let go, confused by what the taller girl was doing before Amber pouted and whined.
"This is going to be so much fun! Wolfie won't know what to do!" Tara smiled, a laugh escaping her and Amber hid her face in her neck and sighed. it tickled a little, and it felt nice to hear Amber so happy, to see Wednesday purring and preening with pride from their mates.
"Onward, to collect our girl." Wednesday declared the three began their journey to the courtyard. Enid was nowhere to be found, but the Addams clan was easy to spot, unmelted from the crowd of outcasts doing their best to separate from the family. It made them laugh, grin, and bear it as Gomez caught them all in a bone-crushing hug. Morticia stood over him, looming like a floating spirit, who perked up at the sight of her children.
"Ah, my darling children! Amber, Wednesday, Hello!" Morticia reached out for them, able to snatch a short hug from them both before looking down at Tara with curious eyes.
"And this must be your special little leech. How perfect!" Morticia leaned down carefully to look at Tara and maintain contact, a warm smile on her lips even after she noticed the gun in her belt. She didn't mind it, instead paying more attention to the short brunette and how she reacted to her new family's presence.
Tara blushed, stepping back to catch herself before she fell. She stared at Morticia, not daring to open her mouth lest she bury herself into the ground by flirting with a married woman.
"I know, hot right?" Amber smirked mischievously, holding Tara up and keeping her from falling. Absentmindedly, she nodded, squeezing Amber's arm like a lifeline.
A soft sigh escaped Wednesday, arms crossed as they glared at their family, they growled in warning, about to attempt to snap at their mother's hand on Tara's shoulder. Then, they staggered, still growling as they looked down at their youngest sibling.
"Pubert, what have I told you about hugs?" They spoke lowly, unbothered by the blonde child with a small mustache, who was squeezing their waist with a sudden effort. They stopped growling, relatively surprised the little brat had remembered their rule.
"Use them as a distraction to squeeze your prey to death!" The little boy answered back excitedly, a toothy grin of newly grown fangs. Wednesday nodded slightly, which got an excited gasp from Pubert. Letting them go, he let his sibling examine his fangs, completely unphased when they forced their fingers in his mouth. He hummed to himself, feeling immensely proud of himself after Wednesday finished admiring his new teeth.
"I'm devastated to see you've matured Heathen, congratulations." Pubert skipped away, continuing to hum as he vanished into the crowd of students, his family trusting that he'd be safe during whatever mischief he got into.
"Thanks, Wendy, love you!" As he waved goodbye, Wednesday was once again pulled into another hug. This time, Pugsley had them trapped in his grip.
Tara and Amber laughed, amused by their partner's struggle.
"I wasn't aware you had such precious siblings Wednesday, you should've told me." Tara gently punched Wednesday's shoulder, laughing more when they huffed and crossed their arms, looking at their collective group with a leveled glare. Pugsley stepped back from them, aware that they didn't enjoy hugs very often. He didn't pester them for more, giving them a smile before heading towards the lake. He had some fishing to do!
"Precious isn't the word I would use for them, Carpenter."