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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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[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.]

Cute. [She's pretty sure he intentionally worded it that way. Same old, same old.]

Anyway, food? Shall we?

[Sigh. Women. Forever a pain in the ass :c]

Yeah. I'm hungry! Think we could get a beer too?

[Kids/men/men who are now kids. Ugh.]

Only if we want to get arrested and brought to some sort of group home. [Which she'll remove them from, but still.]

Not gonna happen! I never get caught. Stick with me, kid, and I'll show you how to screw the system.

[Regular little Casanova.]

Rule number one of conning people: don't talk about conning people.

[Stick with her, kid.]

I never said anything about conning people! I was just gonna cause havoc. [Smashing and destroying stuff has always been his speciality.]

No point in havoc if all it does is leave a trail straight to you. You've got to be subtle about it!

Nu-uh! Subtle is boring. Just run really fast, that works.

Boring, but it means you can cause more havoc later.

Huh.

I guess it'd be good not to be suspected...

Exactly. You have to be subtle! Reveal yourself when you're ready to quit, that way you've got it all done and over with! [She's so proud of herself! There should be a little adult inkling in the back of her head, telling her that this is not a good idea. But.

Heh.]