Ajax: *knife to throat* Dude, wh-why are you doing this?!
Wednesday: *holding said knife* My pulse is leisurely. My head is steady. My flesh does not crawl.
Wednesday: *hisses* I am bereft of detestation.
Wednesday: Simply put, Enid is not presently subjecting me to her galling affections.
Ajax: Th-That’s not m-my fault!
Wednesday: *applies pressure* If you are not part of the solution, then you are part of the problem.
🎶 Loathing! Unadulterated loathing! 🎶
Within moments of the musical alert, Wednesday has her phone out and open to the new message.
Ajax: *nervously holds breath*
Wednesday: It appears she was delayed by a classmate who wished to discuss their group project.
Ajax: D-Does that m-mean I uh— Can I…?
Wednesday: *lowers knife and steps back* You are free to go, Petropolus—
Ajax: *sags in relief* Oh thank—
Wednesday: —but do NOT repeat your transgression again. Next time, I won’t be so merciful.
Wednesday maintains grim eye contact with Ajax until she storms out of view, all while unknowingly humming the tune of ‘What Is This Feeling?’.
Ajax: B-But I didn’t even DO anything! 😭