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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[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.