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WHO: James and Zee.
WHERE: James' place.
WHEN: Sometime after departing from Shade's company and not hearing back from James.
WARNINGS: Always.
SUMMARY: James Bond can't even reach his alcohol. :'|
FORMAT: No.

[She wasn't exactly sure how to deal with this. Perhaps she should have avoided seeing James now, even if he were also affected. She felt herself saying and doing things without a second thought now, things she had learned to stop with the self-restraint that (semi) responsible adults possessed. But she'd just said what was wrong, said she was coming over. That it was weird, but she needed to see him.

By now it felt natural to come to James with her problems. Though, as she stands outside his door, she decides to put off knocking on it by removing the bobby pins in her hair and pulling her hair back all over again. She usually acted on instinct, but this was beyond compulsive. It was the sort of thing she'd do at this age, as she could very easily recall. Her dad wasn't here. She had a make-shift family and seeking out comfort was natural.

She finishes meticulously pinning her hair to the side and raises her fist to the door, hesitating for a few seconds before knocking twice and entering. Her voice is more youthful, perhaps even sweeter.] James? It's Zee. You're here, aren't you?

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[Well, at least that's kind of got her smiling again. Sort of. He will make her happy!]

I dunno. You pick! I don't really know what American restaurants are like.

What kind of foods do you like? We could just go get sandwiches?

Yeah! Okay, sandwiches. My treat. [He has money. Did he mention that already?!]

Yeah, we'll see about that. [A race to who pays first? You bet.] Alright. You might feel a little sick to start, but it'll pass. Promise.

S'tel teg tuo fo ereh. [And they in fact do get out of there.]

But-- [Oh. Oh they're teleporting. That would be SO COOL if he didn't just feel an intense need to barf all over the place. Thankfully he doesn't, and instead just clings manfully onto her hand while he lets the dizziness subside.]

... Cool.

Thanks. I think. [She places her other hand on his shoulder, gently steadying him although he doesn't really seem to need it. Just a mix of concern and habit.]

You think you're okay to keep moving or do you need to stop for a moment? I can get you some water.

Ugh. No. I'm fine.

[If he barfs, he'll try and turn away. But letting a girl dote on him is totally unmanly. Later in life, he'll realise women caring for him and getting him things is the best thing ever, but he's still young yet.

For now he's just straightening up and trying to act like he's totally unphased.]

Hey, so. Do you really think we-- I mean, you might be stuck like this?

[She lets go of him and raises her hands a little.] Alright, alright.

[She catches that. And after a half-second of mulling it over, decides to address it now rather than hope it all falls together later on.] I'm not sure what will happen to us. We might be stuck, yeah. [Unsubtle, but whatever.]

That'll suck.

[He never enjoyed childhood as much as some do. Especially not after his parents were gone. After that it was boarding schools and fighting and little else. At least as an adult he was confident and comfortable in life.]

I don't think I want that.

It would. But I'll find a way out of this.

[Her childhood memories were good. Just her, her father, magic, and not a care in the world. There were some setbacks (mostly involving Thomas Elliot) and she didn't really... have friends, but she was happy. It's those memories mixed with the knowledge of the future -- a future that sometimes feels like a bad dream -- that makes it really hard. She's lived a childhood once. She doesn't need to again.

Zatanna isn't very tall, so she doesn't have to kneel so much as lean forward. And she stares at him. Realization, worry. Fear.] James?

[There's a sigh as she leans in, dropping his gaze and pouting towards the ground like a sullen teen. All of this makes him feel just a little bit like a failure, and he can't even grasp why.

Maybe that's why he's so reluctant to finally give his quiet acceptance of the name.] Hey.

[She cycles quickly through several emotions: angry, annoyed, ecstatic, pleased, hurt, worried, sad, relieved, happy, annoyed.

And she settles on leaning in and sliding her arms over and around his shoulders, pressing her face against his neck. She makes a tiny, huffy, slightly squeaky sound.] Jerk.

Edited 2012-10-13 12:07 (UTC)

[Well at least she didn't abandon him. Everyone else in his life does, wah wah. But then she's hugging him instead and getting close and...]

Ugh, gross. [Half instinctual, half joking.]

Deal with it. [She pulls away and is intentionally patronizing, ruffling his blonde hair until it's an unruly mess.] I should make you suffer for lying to me.

I didn't lie! I just. Accidentally forgot my name.

[Desperately trying to flatten his hair down while she's scruffing it up. Maybe this is exactly why he lied. :|]

I'd rather you didn't lie to me. I was... I was worried. [She won't summarize all the details on exactly what she was worried about. Even at his age, she suspects he got the gist of all of it.]

Your memories are foggy, too, aren't they. [Her voice is tiny. Afraid.]

[Gaaaawd, she sounds like his mum. :|]

Yeah. Yeah they are. I don't... remember stuff. Anything. I know people, but I don't know why. I know places.

[She doesn't care, she was scared. :(]

I see. My memories are a little better, I suppose. Stick with me until this is all over and done with. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you.

It's fine. I can handle myself! I don't need supervision the whole time.

[As much as he doesn't mind hanging with her, he totally wants to be independent.]

I don't mean it that way. I mean, the whole memory thing and... I don't know. This is all really... well, creepy.

[It's more for her than him, really. She feels safe with him. Even like this.]

Only if you'll give me space.

[Apparently he's not really changed much.]

I guess. I'm not exactly all that good at that, you know.

[The only reason she gives him space is because she has a house and the whole family thing going on. And a job, sort of. And sure, she has friends and shit, but she can be pretty clingy.]

It's cool. I'll just tell you when to go away, kay?

[At least he's honest, bless his little heart.]

Only if you want me to hurt you.

[And they're back to normal. Or, as closely as they can be.]

Edited 2012-10-15 22:19 (UTC)

I'd rather you didn't. Sounds like it'd hurt.

[Wow, it's nice to know they haven't gained or lost any maturity with an age drop.]