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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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[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.