Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday Morning

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There were some perks to waking up as a seven year old. Boundless energy, super stealth capabilities, water guns suddenly held an interest...

But that also meant he was too short to reach the best cereal. Yes, even if he climbed up on the counter top.

So, there he was. Poking at the idiot in bed to get him up. "I'm huuuungry."

[[For that guy!]]

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"...but why?"

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... That line of questioning wasn't going to get either of them anywhere. "Because," said Nate, firmly, and got up off the bed.

He was... feeling glad he'd put on his boxer-briefs last night.

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"That's not an answer," Wade replied cheerfully, trailing on after him.

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"Sit down and you might get one," Nate said, unruffled.

His next destination was going to be the bathroom. To get some Advil or something.

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"That's not the kitchen!" Wade was making a dash for the living room, though. There was a TV! A TV!

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"Bright Lady, this can't get any worse," Nate muttered under his breath. "Don't touch the television!"

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"Why not?" Wade asked, already pushing buttons on the remote.

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Nate had two options:

1) He could explain why and suffer several more bouts of questions, or
2) He could lift Wade up into the air telekinetically and keep him there while he went into the bathroom and got a much-needed painkiller.

Three guesses which one he went for.

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"HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" Wade screamed at the top of his lungs. "PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN!"

And was well on his way to hyperventilating by sheer force of will. It was a good way to get out of trouble, alright?

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Nate merely went through a few Askani mantras in his head. Experience had taught them they worked fairly well when you were trying to block out someone rambling about something stupid.

So while Wade hyperventilated, he calmly took a painkiller out of the cabinet, filled up a glass of water, and dropped the pill in. He gave the glass some consideration, then lifted it up and took a long chug from it.

Much better.

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"I'm gonna throw uuuuuuup!"

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"Not on the carpet," Nate said, as he idly strolled back into the living room. "It's yours."

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"Huuuuurl," Wade continued to whine, flailing about as you do.

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"Don't be a baby," Nate said, collapsing on the couch.

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"You're a jerk!"

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"Say please," he said, calmly, and put his feet up on the table.

His powers were starting to strain a little, in a distant fashion, but it was something of a relief that they didn't strain more.

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"No!" Wade replied stubbornly. "You can't make me!"

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"Then you can stay up there," Nate said, reaching for the paper, "And hurl."

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"I'll aim for your head!"

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Nate shot him a quick glance over the paper. "I can handle that."

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That wasn't the right response. "It'll be gross," Wade said, trying again.

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"I can handle it," Nate repeated, and opened the paper up in earnest. So he could read page two and three, duh.

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Which meant Wade had to be creative. And inhale really, really hard to get enough phlegm worked up to spit down on Nate.

Though his spitting skills weren't that great, so it was more a drool.

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A big drool that stayed away from Nate, partly due to some expert application of telekinesis, partly because Wade obviously couldn't get very far.

Nate flipped to the next page.

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"FINE."

Wade pushed more buttons on the remote in his hand until something clicked. Ah, the DVD player.