Wednesday: I abhor the very concept of human touch. Warmth is an unnecessary distraction. Every day that I go without it is another victory over the human condition.
Enid: Uh huh. Whatever you say, babe.
Wednesday: Do you doubt me? I’ve never spoken a more sincere truth. The desire for touch is a mortal failing—
Enid: *reaches out and cups Wednesday’s cheek*
Wednesday: *breathless whine as she trembles needfully against that gentle touch* Mi corazón, mi sol, mi amor, mi—
Enid: *casually withdraws her hand*
Wednesday: —that I have long since conquered.
Enid: *impishly* If you say so~
Wednesday: …why are you smiling like that?
Enid/Wednesday: 🥰🤨❓








