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Suave

Summary:
Enid started harmlessly flirting with her roommate, intent on getting a reaction.

She had no idea Wednesday would not only reciprocate, but also be so much better at it than she was.

One of her favorite pastimes was openly flirting with Wednesday, especially when she wasn't expecting it. She had been trying to court the psychic for the better part of the school year, and had been denied at practically every turn. Wednesday was either too stoic to even notice the meaning behind Enid's flirting, or had purposefully spurned the advance to make Enid work even harder for her attention. When she had presented the shorter girl with a replacement snood on the first day of the new school year, Wednesday had looked as though she would have preferred the ground open up and swallow her whole.

She should have been expecting the reaction, honestly.

Enid would not be deterred, however. She had invited Wednesday to every conceivable event she could, had even tagged along with Wednesday on some of her stakeouts to find out who her stalker was, just to spend as much time with her as humanly possible. She'd use every corny line and compliment she could, starting with I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away, which had earned her a truly bewildered look from Wednesday, and more recently ending with, Do you have a bandaid, cuz I hurt myself falling for you.

Wednesday had given her a bandage as a response, before walking away without a word.

Yoko endlessly roasted her for that one.

It was a game she liked to play, what stupid line could she use on her roommate, that would eventually earn her a reaction. Divina had unhelpfully suggested she be upfront and honest about her burgeoning feelings for Wednesday, but Enid quickly shot down the idea, too enthralled with the game of cat and mouse they were currently embroiled in. Wednesday had very easily accepted the uptick in Enid's presence in her life, had even taken to eating lunch with her and their friends, instead of being shut up in their room, a slave to her typewriter. Enid pushed the envelope as much as she dared without being overbearing, occasionally brushing her hands along Wednesday's shoulders, or letting her fingers linger on her arm whenever they walked together to class. She had even been so bold one day as to gently swipe at Wednesday's bangs, straightening them after an errant burst of wind.

The eyes that greeted her during the exchange were enough to have her nearly melted into a puddle on the stone floor, her heart pounding so loudly in her chest, she was sure she'd simply pass away. Wednesday had remained stubbornly silent, had surveyed Enid with an openness she didn't dare question, so stunned at the reaction, she remained standing still in the hall long after Wednesday walked away.

Maybe Wednesday was playing the game, too.

A dynamic in their game shifted after The Bangs Incident, as Yoko so mockingly called it, tickled silly at the bizarre way the pair seemed to be dancing around each other. Wednesday had gotten so frightfully bold, that Enid feared a heart attack at seventeen would be her ultimate end.

Because Wednesday didn't flirt in the same manner as most other people, she was straightforward and romantically cutthroat, and Enid was absolutely powerless against her.

Enid had innocently commented on Wednesday's phenomenal moves after fencing club, when the shorter psychic turned on her and stepped right into her space, dark eyes trained on hers, perfect lips twisted into a near smile.

"Yes, mi sol, the feel of your eyes on me offers enough vigor for a lifetime to fight in your honor."

Enid had been so surprised by the comment, her skin fit to singe clear off her skull from the heat burning in her cheeks, especially when Wednesday glanced at her lips, before slipping away without uttering another syllable. Yoko found Enid standing completely still in the hall twenty minutes later, her face continuing to burn a vibrant scarlet. Enid eventually swallowed, her hand reaching to absently touch her lips, still tingling at the thought of those impossibly dark eyes glancing at them before her swift departure. Enid felt adoration flare in her veins, warring with the weakness she knew she had for the petite seer, a giddiness welling up inside her.