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The first time Enid discovered her roommates... preference for small sharp edged objects was very nearly her last time.
She’d been sitting on her bed— jamming along to LOONA while she did her homework —when something flashed in front of her face and a thunk sounded off to her right.
The blonde had squeaked and had looked at the offending object long enough to clock it as a fucking dagger before turning to look at the far side of the room utterly aghast.
“What, the fuck, Addams?!”
“Turn that insidious noise down or the next one will leave you incapable of hearing any sound at all! ” Her charming roommate growled before returning to her typewriter.
“You couldn’t start by asking? You had to skip straight to flying deadly object?! -Alright-alright-alright, jeez! ” She yelped as Wednesday’s response was to raise yet another dagger in the air. “I’m turning it down! Just ask first next time!”
“I did ask.”
“With words, Wednesday. I know you know them!”
“...Fine.”
“Thank you!”
“...”
“...”
“...I want my dagger back.”
Enid sighed, but still got up to dig the offending item out of her wall. She was halfway to Wednesday when the goth opened her mouth–
“You make a single fetch joke, and I’m giving this to Principal Weems!”
Wednesday glared but shut her mouth again.
The second time, Enid had been brushing her teeth, bending down to spit when she felt the hair on the back of her head displaced by a sudden small gust of wind. Jolting back up, she found another knife— smaller this time —neatly embedded in the mortar between the bathroom tiles. Spinning around she threw a glare at Wednesday, the foam from her toothpaste failing to make her quite as rabid looking as she would prefer in the situation.
“Seriously?!”
“Just wanted to help you wake up a little more,” she shrugged casually.
“I’ll show you awake!” Enid growled, claws already out as she dashed after the goth.
Wednesday wound up covered in scratches, the blonde gained a small notch in her earlobe that took forever to heal, both were late to class, and a new tradition was born.
It became something of a game between the two of them. Wednesday would attempt to throw one weapon or another at Enid’s person, and the wolf would dodge it and then retaliate.
At first the objects would thunk harmlessly into a surface nearest to the wolf, but as her reflexes grew they began clustering closer and closer to actual vital targets.
She’d squealed so excitedly the first time she managed to catch one mid-air she almost forgot to chase Wednesday down.
Soon enough the whole student body became aware of the “game”. Bets were placed on who would kill who first. Enid’s pack bragged about her reflexes, saying she couldn’t transform because clearly she’d be too powerful otherwise.
Her friends Yoko and Bianca just wondered whether not insanity was contagious.
“Seriously, it’s been like a month; why do you still let her do this shit?” Yoko asked, half sipping on a blood bag.
“What and give up? Never!” Enid looked appalled at the very thought.
“Look hon, I’m all for a bit of competition, but this seems a bit much,” Bianca added. “You know the teachers will shut it down hard the moment they find out.”
“And they’ll only find out if they see it happen or if someone tells them, ” the wolf growled, letting the siren and vampire know exactly what she thought of that idea.
“Down girl, we’re just saying–” Yoko’s voice trailed off as Enid’s eyes suddenly went wide and she spun in her seat. Facing away from them, she all but leapt up, both hands in the air as she and everyone around her cheered.
“May mid mit! Min mour mace, Milla!” she mumbled pointing at the approaching dark figure of her roommate holding a lunch tray.
“Alright, I will admit that that was a bit impressive,” Wednesday stated as she sat down next to Enid, causing the blonde to turn around and reveal the dagger she had clamped between her teeth.
She spat it out, grinning, “Damn straight it was!”
“There is nothing ‘straight’ about what just happened,” Bianca mumbled, Yoko nodding in agreement.
“Although I guess I shouldn’t be surprised–” Wednesday continued, “Many dog breeds are adept at catching flying objects.”
Enid flipped the dagger around in her hand and tried to plunge it into Wednesday’s as it laid flat on the table. She missed when the goth pulled it out of harm's way and had to jerk back as another knife tried to swipe at her neck.
“No point for you,” Wednesday drolled, twirling the knife through her fingers.
“Damn it!” Enid growled, dropping her chin into her hand with a pout.
“Go for a part of me that is harder to move next time.”
“Yeah yeah.”
“Hey- hi- ‘scuse me!” Yoko snapped.
““What?”” the roommates asked in tandem.
“How many knives do you have on you?” Bianca asked, head cocked curiously at Wednesday.
“That’s your question?!” Yoko screeched.
“Not enough.”
“Which is how many?” Enid asked.
Wednesday stared at her for a moment before shrugging and pulling out a third knife and laying it next to the first two on the table.
Then a fourth.
Then a fifth.
Then some throwing stars.
And on and on until she finally stopped a good five minutes later, leaving a veritable mound of small armaments between their lunch trays, including but not limited to: daggers, knives, shivs, throwing stars of various designs, several different lengths of piano wire, a sock full of what sound like small lug-nuts, and an ornately embellished brass knuckle.
The three girl stares bounced between the goth and her pile.
“Wherest the fuck were you even keeping half of that?!”
“On my person, obviously.”
Enid squinted at the pile in thought before turning back to her roommate.
“No wonder you’re so short if you lug twenty pounds of shit arou- DOW! ” she yelped and rubbed at the already growing knot on her forehead from where Wednesday had flicked a metal ball-bearing the size of her thumbnail.
“Point for me.”
“Damn it!”