Imagine, Enid with muscles that Wednesday just stares at. Wednesdays fit, she has abs, but she see’s Enid’s muscles and her brain FRIES. Enid accidentally crushes a glass bottle in her hand cause she got too excited over something and Wednesday stares in disbelief as Enid just huffs as if it’s but a crumpled piece of paper, flicking glass to the floor and using her claws to get smaller pieces out. Wednesday watches in awe at the way her girlfriend who fainted at the sight of her murder board just casually wipes her bloody hand on her jeans and grabs another drink.
Pastel-Werewolf strength unmatched for Wednesdays walls she’d built around herself.
