wednesday running into hers and enid's room in a towel with her clothes in hand and still dripping
enid, blushing like she's burning inside out: what the fu–
wednesday: shut up. i can't lose my line of thought
enid: wha-
wednesday: shhhh. fuck my hands are wet
enid, who has never heard wednesday curse in her life because it's too "undignified": *malfunctioning*
wednesday: shit. shit. shit. shit. thing!!!
thing, already holding a pen and motioning her to go on
wednesday: right. so instead of the finale I was planning, viper will find herself in [long and detailed explanation. she's still soaking wet]
wednesday: and that's it. thank you, thing
thing, stretching his fingers: 👍
enid: what the hell was that???
wednesday: i had the idea mid shower. if i waited but a second i would forget it
enid: huh??..
wednesday: now...would you be so kind as to turn around so i can dress myself?
enid, again. blushing: y-yeah no-no sure!! that's yeah....so that's what living with an author is like?
