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[walksthebounds]

Jamie is . . . getting twitchy.

Beyond that door somewhere is his Home. It's close. He knows it. But he needs Joris to get there, and Joris - and Helen - aren't ready to leave yet.

And Jamie isn't ready to tell them about his hopes of getting Home soon.

So there they are.

In an attempt to stave off twitchiness, Jamie's doing his best to fill his time with as many activities as possible. Today it's toasting marshmallows in the fireplace. It's fun to see the rats make faces as the goo drips!

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[walksthebounds]

Jamie's eyebrows go up at this.

"No offense, but - well, you're one to talk, aren't you?"

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Thar was some kind o' zombie eight-year-ol' en here nawt thet long agew. Kipt stumblin' around askin' fer et's mother." He winces.

[walksthebounds]

. . . eight-year-olds aren't that strange. Although possibly all children are strange, if you're a tentacle thing from another world, who knows?

(Jamie is not so much taking the zombie part literally.)

"It's rough on an eight-year-old, being on their own if they're not used to it," he says sympathetically.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"I dunno--et was a zombie. Think et was stuck awn repeat." Wilbur sighs. "Et said 'Ur yew my mommy' about five times an' then tried ter grab me, sew I left."

[walksthebounds]

. . . a human child mistaking Wilbur for its mother does not seem normal, Jamie has to admit.

"I hope no one mistakes me for their mother," he says ruefully. "I've got hard enough work babysitting as is."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur chuckles. "Ayuh.

"Sew ef yew see a child en a gas mask askin' fer his mommy? I suggest yew kip away."

[walksthebounds]

"You don't need to tell me twice. I'm not looking out for anyone else's children, zombie or not, unless they're paying me for it."

And for some reason most people don't want to hire a scrawny twelve-year-old babysitter. Funny, that.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur laughs. "Thet's a good start, et any rate."

[walksthebounds]

Jamie is talented at self-preservation.

He just grins, at this, and pops a marshmallow into his mouth.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

There is much grinning going on here. Yes.