Soft Touch

Anything For A Taste of Your Heart

"Don't you think you should seek help for such an arduous task?" Wednesday crosses her arms, looking, almost glaring, at Enid through her lashes as the poor girl struggles to lift something, which was clearly too heavy for her, though she still insisted she would eventually succeed.

"I did! I asked you!" Enid strains, her werewolf strength doing absolutely nothing to help her. "I asked you, and you said you were busy, so now I'm stuck doing this all by myself!"

Wednesday frowns, rolling her eyes. "I was referring to your werewolf friends."

"Oh, them?" Enid sets the incredibly heavy item back down on the floor, her chest heaving as she regains her breath. "I didn't ask them. I thought you would help me, but apparently, I was wrong."

Enid glares at Wednesday, whose eyebrows twitch. She tilts her chin up, looking Enid right in the eye before turning around and taking a seat at her desk, in front of her typewriter, though she doesn't touch it, and it lays there, as it had been all day.

"Oh, wow. How helpful you are." Enid rolls her eyes, placing her hands on her hips and turning her gaze back to the horrid cabinet, which she had promised one of her friends she would keep in her room for the time being, until she needed it.

"Only a little bit left.. I can do this." Enid takes a deep breath, narrowing her eyes at the heavy block of wood.

Enid leans down, hooking her fingers underneath the edge of the dresser, and lifting.

This does her well for a few moments, but her fingers begin to slip, and before she is able to let go, she falls back onto her behind, silently cursing at it (while only using words such as fudge and frick).

"If I wanted a show I would have called a circus," Wednesday says, the corners of her lips twitching up ever so slightly at the sight of the grumpy werewolf on the floor.

Enid doesn't say anything, and simply chooses to ignore Wednesday instead, standing back up and flopping down face first onto her bed, silently groaning into her sheets.

She supposed it was far enough out of the way to not be too big of a problem, but it still annoyed her greatly.

"I would appreciate it if you could keep your insufferable whining to yourself," Wednesday's voice carries across the room and to Enid's ears, though she had almost whispered it.

Thing repeatedly taps the table, turning Wednesday's attention back to him.

"What?"

Thing silently scolds Wednesday, tapping his fingers on the desk patiently as Wednesday thinks of something smart to retort with, though he is met with complete silence, instead.

Wednesday's mind works like clock gears behind her eyes, shifting and turning relentlessly as she brainstorms whatever, her eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully.

"I suppose you're correct," Wednesday finally says after what was probably a few minutes, but certainly felt like longer. "Maybe I don't." She pauses, glancing at Thing, who motions for her to continue.

Wednesday sighs, standing from her chair and turning to face Enid, who had yet to move from her spot.

"Enid."

The werewolf doesn't move, apparently trying to pretend she had somehow fallen asleep.

Wednesday knew better, of course, she had observed her sleeping patterns, and could easily tell when she was faking it, and when she wasn't.

"I know you're awake, there is no point in pretending."

Enid groans loudly, turning on her side to face Wednesday, her eyes narrowed. "What? I was trying to take a nap."