Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

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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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

MAYBE.

SHUT UP WITH YOUR LOGIC.

"You suck! I wanna go home!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"I'll let you down if you're going to behave," Nate said, simply, and read another article. Hm... stem cell research...

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I wanna go home!" Wade screeched instead. Because that was helpful.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Not the right answer."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

That sound? Not hyperventilation. That would be the sound of a seven year old crying. Very, very loudly. "I wanna go hooooome!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

That sound? Would be a very old mutant sighing.

"Say please," he said, and hoped fervently Jan wouldn't be that... difficult... at seven years of age.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I-wa-na-go-ho-oh-oh-oh-ooome," Wade managed in between messy sobs. Dripping all over that nice floor.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Just say please," Nate repeated, "It's as simple as that."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No!" Wade didn't give into demands now or in the future. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Sure," said Nate, took his paper, got up, and... went to check on Jan.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Whiiiich meant Wade remained where he was, crying still. But they were manly tears.

He might have been clutching the remote a bit to his chest, though.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate came back eventually, having taken care of Jan's... getting dressed.

At which point he let the telekinesis slowly decline. Partly because of the strain, partly because it obviously wasn't working.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade glared at him the entire time, but stayed quiet by some miracle. Yes, still clinging to the remote.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Well, that was something. "Still want cereal?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade slowly shook his head, scampering around so there was still space between him and the big, giant jerk.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Pancakes...?" Nate offered, which got a somewhat ill-timed, if rousing chorus from Jan as she padded into the room.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade shook his head again, looking over at Jan warily. He could sulk with the best of them.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Jan waddled past Nate and past the couch. The new guy had to be given a poke, of course.

"TV?" Nate prompted.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Eying the new kid, Wade shook his head again. He glanced around the room, moving further away and maybe toward the door.

But not obviously so.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

No, but enough for Nate to notice.

He flicked his eyes towards the door.

Wade was a kid; there was no point in letting this turn into a Mexican standoff. "I think JGoB's might be serving to kids, if you're hungry," he said, nodding towards the door.

This hadn't gone entirely according to plan.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Which meant Wade would be going nowhere near JGoB's this weekend!

But it did mean that he bolted for the door now, opening and slamming it shut in record time before running down the stairs.