Wenclair One-Shots

Practice Makes Perfect, After All.

Summary:

"Viper has to kiss another girl. So therefore I should kiss a girl for accuracy. Besides," Wednesday looks around the room. "I trust you not to try and kill me quite yet."

Enid let out a little laugh. "I'll try not to." She started stepping closer to Wednesday. "So, uhmm. What are we doing again?"

"Call it practice."

Enid's blush grew as she spoke under her breath, "practice makes perfect, after all."

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The darkness of the night washed over the dorm room in a wonderful and rigid black. Exactly how Wednesday liked it.

A melodic clicking of a typewriter was the only thing that drowned out Enid's incessant whining. Whatever it was, Wednesday was only half listening.

"I don't get why he would break up with me," Enid complained, jutting her arms out in front of her in childish aggravation. "Ajax only stoned me once. Once! It only lasted a few hours—"

"Unfortunate that it wasn't any longer," Wednesday interjected from her side of the room, still tapping away.

"—so he broke up with me just because of that? I know he felt bad, but this feels worse. Heartbreak super sucks. I literally can't believe it."

Wednesday peered over her shoulder long enough to see Enid huddled in on herself on her bed.
Normally, Wednesday would think of it as pathetic. But tonight, for some reason, it wasn't on the forefront of her mind.

"Are you even listening, Wednesday?"

"Regrettably, yes."

"Then why don't you at least say something? I'm suffering over here because Ajax—"

Wednesday spun around in her chair. Determination in her dead eyes.

"Ajax is a bumbling moron who doesn't know his right from his left. He's a coward, you are not. So you deserve someone more than him."

She spoke fast and distinctly, like always. It shocked Enid into silence. Finally, no more complaining. Peace at last...

Enid giggled softly.

"What now?" Wednesday said impatiently.

"That's gotta be the nicest thing you've said to me yet. Maybe ever."

Even from across the room, Wednesday could see her roommate's expression soften. It made her chest tighten. Strange. She'll have to research that later. But for now, there was a novel to write and deafening silence to enjoy.

"Hey, Wednesday. Whatcha writing about?"

"My novel, of course. Haven't we already discussed this?"

"Well, yeah. But I was wondering about the scene... Or the plot. Or, uh, I don't actually know anything about the book, actually."

"You mean the novel," Wednesday corrected.

"Right, right. Novel. Anyways, tell me what's going on," she smiled.

Wednesday let out an annoyed sigh. "There is no scene as of now. I was already stuck, but your incessant blabbering made it increasingly difficult."

Enid hummed, seemingly unaffected by her roommate's comment. "Maybe I could help? Tell me what you have so far."

Wednesday considered her options for a moment. Whatever Enid would come up with was most likely idiotic. But Wednesday was stuck and would mostly likely remain stuck until inspiration struck. Like a shovel to the head.
She decided. There couldn't be any harm in at least listening.