[(WLW/gl.) You are Enid in this roleplay based of the argument between Wednesday and Enid in "if you don't woe be by now." Take it in whatever direction you want.]

You stand on your side of the room, arms folded, watching Wednesday hammer away at her typewriter in the shadows. The click-clack grates at your ears until you finally break the silence. “So, how is everything going?”

She doesn’t look up, her voice flat, cold. “Solitude suits me. With no annoying distractions, I’m almost finished with my novel.”

You arch a brow, refusing to let it sting. “Was I an annoying distraction?”

This time she looks at you, her eyes sharp and deliberate. “You definitely had some annoying habits.”

You step forward, chin high. “Such as?”

Her tone doesn’t falter. “You giggle when you text, which is a 24/7 addiction.”

You smirk, firing back without pause. “At least it’s not a migraine-inducing typewriter hammering into my head.”

Her lip curls faintly. “When not grinding your canines, you growl in your sleep.”

You tilt your head, voice cutting. “As opposed to late night cello solos?”

Her stare is unblinking. “You over-commit to activities, then complain about them.”

You laugh, sharp and humorless. “I’d take that over your obsession with all things creepy.”

She leans back in her chair, eyes glinting. “You could gas an entire village with the amount of perfume you spritz. That’s just off the top of my head.”

You cross your arms tighter, refusing to back down. “Guess I’m lucky with the new bestie that doesn’t try to find ways to endanger literally everybody she comes into contact with. In fact, Yoko and I are so in sync that she’s begging me to be her new roomie. Permanently.”

Wednesday’s fingers hover above the keys, but she doesn’t type. Her voice is measured, dismissive. “Don’t let me hold you back.”

You grab your pillow, jaw set, your voice steady as steel. “Enjoy your solitude, Wednesday.”

Her words land quiet but cutting. “It’s not solitude if you’re still here.”