As I was drawing this, I thought of a scene like this:
"Wendesday caught her roommate kissing her new boyfriend again. When the guy left, Wends and Enid were left alone... The brunette spent the entire afternoon wondering the same thing: what made everyone want to kiss her? Why were so many boys thinking about kissing Enid? (There were only two boys, but for Wendesday, there were a million.) It wasn't a question that had occurred to her that day; she'd been wondering about it for weeks... wondering about it very intensely.
So that day, tired of overthinking it, she simply threw herself at the dyed-haired girl, hoping to understand... and of course she did. (And Thing helped a little.)"
My first language is not English, forgive me if I misspelled any words or sentences uwu.
Maybe one day I'll dedicate myself to painting all my drawings in black and white 🌱
