Too Little

Classifications

Prompt: Classifications au because why not.
CG!Wednesday/LITTLE!Enid
Little age: teen then 1

Enid had known that when you turned seventeen you got a classification. She had looked into them endlessly. The first was Neutral. They had no class, meaning they were just average humans.

Than was Alpha, being a more dominant person, normally in a relationship. She didn't particularly like looking into that one.

Omega was the alter of Alpha. The non dominant side of a relationship. Normally extremely submissive. The relationship between Alpha and Omega tended to be sexual, but sometimes it wasn't.

Caregiver was one she had hopped she would be back when she was younger. They classified with littles, being an almost parental figure to their little. Unless you were matched with an older caregiver, the relationship tended to be romantic when the little was not in little space.

A little was someone who regressed to a younger mindset, normally on the age bored of 0-10. They got taken care of by a caregiver, and when they were not in little space they still tended to be childish.

Enid sighed as she recalled every one. Her birthday had been yesterday and she had yet to show signs of being anything but a neutral. Wednesday seemed off about this, her brows frowning when Enid complained about it.

Enid turned over and sighed into her pillow. The door creaked behind her and she heard Wednesday's boots hit the wooden floor in even steps.

"I brought you something," her monotone voice rang through the room, though it seemed almost sweeter than usual.

"What," Enid huffed into the pillow, not bothering to look up.

"Just some new things to add to your collection." The end of her bed sank down, implying that Wednesday was seated.

"How did you know you were a caregiver."

Wednesday paused for a second before responding. "Well...all caregivers are good with littles once they are of age. I had never been good with kids or littles, yet the moment I turned seventeen, I could do it. I can sence when someone needs me and what to bring them...only if they are a little of course, I wouldn't be such a...doormat to anyone who doesn't need it."

Great. Enid had non of that. Finally she sat up, turning to look at her roommate, who held a mini blue rubber-bin on her lap.

"What did ya bring," she mumbled.

Wednesday snapped open the box. "Take a look," she said, handing it over. Inside was a stuffed animal, a colouring book, some crayons and some play dough. Enid looked up at Wednesday with a confused eyebrow tilt.

"Huh?"

"Well the stuffed animal is for your collection, and no one ever minds some fun stuff to do."

Enid took out the play dough, fiddling with the package a bit, though the lid refused to move. Getting irritated, she dug hee nails underneath the stubborn plastic. Nothing.

"Can you...uh," she held it out to Wednesday. "I can't get it open," an irregular phrase to come out of her mouth, considering she was a werewolf.

Wednesday moved closert to her, taking it and pealing it open no problem before handing it back. "Do you want a tray to play with it on? Or will you just sit on the floor."

"I can just use it here Wednesday," she rolled her eyes. "It's not like I'm going to get it on the bed." As if on cue, her hands decided to get significantly harder to use, causing the play dough to fall from them directly into one of her fuzzy sheets. "Shit."