Woe it's Wenclair

Leaving

Wednesday
It wasn't weird. Enid's reaction just made me overthink about a minuscule action. I was just inspecting her. If she thinks that's more of an ordeal than it is, that's her problem.

There's a knock at the door. In an instant, I'm standing in front of Enid's bed, knife in hand. It opens. I get ready to lunge.

Enid's father. So far, not a threat. I lower the knife.

"Uh- hello." He pulls at his collar, staring at my knife. Afraid.

I look at him.

"What do you want?"

"Just- wanted to wake up my daughter-"

"I can do that."

"I- you know what? That's... great...tell her that breakfast will be ready." He mutters, almost shivering.

Pitiful. He turns to leave.

"You needn't worry about me near your daughter."

"Oh- uh, good to know."

I sheath my knife.

"Enid."

No response but snoring and slight growling.

I take a pillow and throw it at her.

"Hey!" She exclaims.

"Time to stop dreaming of chasing squirrels."

She rolls her eyes. "You know that's offensive-"

"Of course. Your miserable father says breakfast will be ready shortly."

"Uhmmm... I'm not hungry."

"I believe that translates to 'I don't want to be near my family."

"Well, yeah." She answers.

"I suppose we can take another route. You get ready, I'll find another shower." I say, picking up my clothes.

"We only have one." She admits.

"We'll take turns, then."

Enid gets up and goes down the hallway after picking up her things. I follow. She turns around after hearing my footsteps on the wood.

"Do you want to go first?" She asks.

"There is no first. We get ready at the same time or they'll suspect something from us taking so long. You'll be stuck having breakfast with them."

Enid gets red.

"How would that work?"

"I'm not taking a shower with you, Enid, calm down. Just use the curtain and we'll switch."

"Right."

She opens the bathroom door and sets her things down. I take out my toothbrush while she starts the shower.

"Ok, don't look."

I close my eyes.

In a few minutes we're both done, I hand Enid a towel, and we switch.

———

"Woah."

I've just stepped out of the shower with my towel, and Enid is quite literally staring.

"Turn around?"

"Oh, right," she says, doing so. "You-your hair is down."

"This is true." I answer.

"I've never seen your hair down."