Through a different lens we see

Painted nails

Word count:1042

Wednesday opened her computer, pulling up docs and entering her stories file. She had finished writing it already, but now had the overwhelming task of editing, her least favourite part of novel production.

"The click of your typing is drilling into my head," Enid sneered from her place on her bed. The blond whipped around, sending a pissed glare at the short-haired brunette who seemed to be carving something into a block of wood (on her sheets) as she spoke.

"And your three am piano solos make me want to rip your fingers off, but we don't all get what we want."

Enid let out a low growl, retracting her claws and placing the half-finished craving down. "I would rip your damn face off if Miss Calope wasn't watching me all the time!"

"Oh please, you flinch at the sight of pink heels." Wednesday winked, scraping her heel against the floor in enfaces.

"Only because they look like an atrocity."

Not bothering to respond to that, Wednesday turned back to her computer and continued to edit, almost missing half the spelling mistakes, having disabled Grammerly ages ago due to stupid recommendations that made her novel sound like a formal work email.

She heard a slight creak in the floorboards and looked over to see her roommate grabbing her trenchcoat off the hook, along with her umbrella.

"It's not recommended to go out past eight."

Enid fully ignored her, simply stomping out of the room and into the dimly lit hall, though it was past curfew.

"She's so going to die," Wednesday huffed to Thing, who meowed in agreement and rubbed the side of his face against her legs.

To be honest, the cat was probably the ugliest thing in the world. He was hairless, though some parts of his body disagreed and sprouted small patches of scraggly hair, missing one leg and an ear, and only had his canine fangs left. Enid said that they should put him down, but Wednesday had had a soft spot for him ever since she found the guy in a box on the side of the road.

"Should we go after her?"

He meowed again, this time in a disagreeing tone. He pawed at her, flexing out his claws where nail polish was wearing off.

"Ohhh, I need to re-paint your nails, don't I?"

Thing's little ear flicked happily, and he trotted off, probably to start dragging the nail polish bag out of the bathroom.

Once he had returned, they both sat on Wednesday's bed and she took out a blue, letting him flex his claws so she could run a thin layer of paint over them.

"You know, I really worry about her. Does she even eat? I've never seen her eat..." Wednesday frowned. "Maybe I should bake her something."

Thing meowed in agreement, admiring his claws happily. With a flick of his tail, he jumped from the bed and trotted over to Wednesday's bookshelf, batting at one of the pastry cookbooks.

"Do you really think she's into sweets? She kinda strikes me as one of those weirdos who gag at the thought of vanilla."

He sighed, an odd thing for cats to do, and grabbed it with his teeth, pulling it out of the shelf so it fell to the floor, open on a page about baklava. 

"Ooh, that's a good idea! I think she would be into nuts..." her lip curled slightly. "Not like that."

Quickly, Wednesday sat down on the floor, flipping through the instructions. It didn't seem too complex, though it required an ungodly amount of pistachios. "Do you think they will let me use the kitchen for a bit? Miss Millar sometimes lets me in to make cupcakes if I promise her one."

Thing had already wandered off, jumping atop Enid's piano to leave the little fur he had everywhere. Wednesday glanced down again, then pulled out her phone and pulled up Miss Millar's contact. 

Wednesday: Heyyy! Can I borrow the kitchen tmrw 4 some cooking? I will give u one of the treats im making :3

The response to her message came quickly, a simple okay and winky face just as usual. It was nice to have an aunt who worked at the school, she got away with more than she probably should. 

"We have to wait till tomorrow, it would be too late to go down right now."

There was no response obviously, but she liked to pretend that the little cat could talk. 

Another cruel forty or so minutes ticked by, filled with endless time on Google Translate or with a dictionary flipped open on her lap, but finally, Enid returned, tossing her trenchcoat to the edge of her bed and not shooting a single glance at her roommate as she grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom to shower the dirt off her skin that she must have found throughout whatever she had been doing on that walk.

Wednesday sighed and opened a crazygames tab, clicking on the first brain-numbing game she saw, which turned out to be very un brain-numbing, as it was an escape game that had the audacity to involve maths.

"No, I can't just square root five hundred and sixty two, give me some damn time if you want me to whip out a multiplication table and-"

"Twenty-three point seven."

Wednesday whipped around, eyes wide as she stared at the girl behind her, who only covered herself with a simple black towel, her hair clinging to the top of her neck as water droplets rolled down between her breasts and down her back.

"I- uh I was joking, I knew."

"No, you didn't," Enid moved closer, leaning down so that her fingers brushed over the pad and shifted to the prior object. "Even if you had, it wouldn't have unlocked the chest because this formula is wrong as well."

Saying Enid was pretty would probably be an understatement, but when she was covered in water and steam? The purple streak in her hair stood out more than usual, her sharp collar bones exposed, the way her-

"There, now try."

Wednesday clicked the button, watching as the chest she had been trying to get open for fifteen minutes popped its lid like the simplest thing in the world.

"Do you play escape games often?"

"No, this was my first time." 

And with that, she turned her heel and walked away to go change. Oh, how Wednesday loved that woman.