#triotp

Yoko glances at Wednesday, raising a brow.

Wednesday clears her throat, tapping Xavier’s coat on his elbow.

The sad-pathetic art boy lifted his head so quickly, shooting a hopeful look at the raven. “Xavier, I believe you’ve achieved enough of a friend status that I will share my new number with you and you alone. Hand me your phone, I will have Enid input it for me. She’s helping me learn the phone.”

Xavier nearly drops his phone in his rush to hand it over to Enid who came to Wednesdays call.

“Will you put my phone number in Thorpe’s phone, please?”

Enid nodded and smiled happily as she pretended to show Wednesday how to navigate the phone and add her number, shielding the screen from Xavier with her body while she actually changed Ajax’s contact info to Wednesday’s name and deleted the message history between the two so it would look like he was texting her for the first time.

Ten minutes later, the chorus to Dixon Dallas’ Good Lookin’ blared from Ajax’s desk.

“He's bouncing off my booty cheeks, I love the way he rides

I can hardly breathe when he's pumping deep inside

I kiss him on his neck and then he kisses on my bussy

Call him "Daddy" while I holler

Man, that boy so damn good looking”

Ajax dove for it phone, cheeks bright red as he glared at Xavier when he saw the boys name on his phone.

Enid giggled, high-fiving Yoko as the fang cackled and stuck her finger up.

“Stay the FUCK away from our girlfriend, dickwad,” Enid growled and dragged Wednesday from the chair beside Xavier and planted her on the stool stuffed tightly between Yoko and Enid.

A ship = otp

Therefore