Wenclair One Shots Chaotic Pack

What do you mean by 'when it comes to us'?

"Ugh, you are so annoying, Wens!" The werewolf throws up her hands.

Wednesday tilts her head, not really sure what's going on. She did exactly nothing. The seer even listened all Enid's absurd rant about some irrelevant issue about some new mysterious girl in the school wolf pack who seemed to be weirdly interested in Enid. She even looked at her roommate without interrupting her or saying things that could irritate her best friend.

To be precise, she said absolutely nothing.

Moreover, she was calm and quiet. Not only that, but she even did not roll her dark, sharp eyes, because she knew if she did that, then this monologue would presumably end with a very disgraceful fight. And Wednesday, of course, was passionate about any kind of fight, but with Enid those fights sometimes hit differently.

And — back to one thing — for some reason, this unpredictable werewolf didn't like when Wednesday rolled her eyes, so tonight she simply didn't.

That was a really meaningful gesture for an Addams.

And yet, Wednesday was just a Wednesday. Sometimes she slipped.

What's wrong with that?

But not tonight. At least that's what she thought.

"Am I missing something?" The Addams girl calmly answers.

Blond wolf just huffs.

How... annoying. So maybe she did something wrong. Wednesday frowns and crosses her arms, trying to recall Enid's stupid monologue. Unsurprisingly, she finds absolutely nothing.

"Enid." The brown-eyed teenager comes closer, crossing without fear the long-unwritten border separating their room in half.

"What?" Her voice is sharp, biting.

Not good.

What has she done?

Wednesday takes two more steps and stops. The ice-cold gaze of her roommate runs through Addams's unethical bones, dark veins and toxic blood. Wednesday stops because she wants to stop. Because. Because... for whatever reason, her toxic blood is boiling now. Not for the first time, anyway. She should probably investigate this unusual reaction of her body. She will check it out, that's obvious. What would her grandmother say if she found out that she had given up on such an interesting investigation? However. At the end of the day, it's not her priority because... because sometimes things should be explored and sometimes they shouldn't. There will be a time for everything. However, Wednesday feels that this is not the time to deal with her blood-boiling issue.

"Are you angry?" Confused (somehow delicate and wild at the same time) Enid's voice brings her out of her thoughts.

Why would she?

The dark-haired girl slowly shakes her head.

"So what's with this stare? It means that you are either irritated or... scared of something, but I'm not sure which one it is..." Enid says.

How could she?

Wednesday, for sure, is not a coward.

"No, I am not." She unconcernedly answers. "Now that we have finished our discussion, please, can I return to my writing hour?" Brown eyes look without blinking into two blue magnetic holes.

Enid angrily bites her teeth, trying to hold back, but she clearly fails.

"I could just... Ugh!" She throws her hands up in an exaggerated manner for a second time tonight.