god knows wednesday has spent enough time rubbing herself on you.

not like that, but how a cat rubs itself against its owner’s ankles - she needs her scent on every inch of your dumb skin. it’s not that she even remotely cares about you; she’s just territorial!

you’re her roommate, so she owns you. that’s obviously how it works, with zero romantic intent! she wouldn’t like someone using her bed, nor would she like someone using her roommate.

so when she spots you in the quad, merely talking to someone else? there’ll be hell to pay. she doesn’t care if they’re ‘an assignment partner,’ you shouldn’t be with them.

she’s gonna go over there, public affection be damned, and mark her property.