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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"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.

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...and out rolled another horrible action movie.

"Don't make me take that from you."

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"I'm not doin' anything!"

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There was a slight tug on the remote. As a warning.

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"I'm not!"

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Nate flicked to the next page of his paper. The remote tugged away again.

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"STOP IIIIIIT!" Oh, it was on.

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Yes. With Wade stuck to the ceiling, and Nate reading his newspaper...

"Then stop messing around with it."

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MAYBE.

SHUT UP WITH YOUR LOGIC.

"You suck! I wanna go home!"

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

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

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"Not the right answer."

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

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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.

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

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

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

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

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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.