Saturday Morning: 6th Floor

[mycanonhatesme]

After having some glittery fun at the playground, Chloe decided to wander upstairs and see who was around.

She grinned when she spotted Jake, and ran over to him. "Jakey, hi!" she said. "What are you doing?"

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[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots had been wondering around, making sure none of his suddenly small classmates decided to do something crazy. "Yay, more wee ones."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake turned and waved a paint coloured hand. "Salu', Oe! I'm makin' art! Wanna aide?"

After beaming happily at her, he went back to decorating the wall outside the common room.

[mycanonhatesme]

"Oh cool!" Chloe looked at all of the paint in delight, and moved next to Jake along the wall. "What do you think I should paint?"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Somethin' shiny?" Jake suggested. "Like, like, like 'offee! Or la barque! Or stuff!"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake frowned at the big person school friend. "My paintin'," he said firmly.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots blinked and didn't even try to figure out who he was talkign to. "Yup, that's definetly your painting. What's it going to be when you're done?"

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe doesn't know what a barque is, so she settles for the coffee instead. "Ooh, I can draw a big cup of coffee, with chocolate in it!" she exclaimed, getting her fingers into the paints. She wasn't getting any on her clothes, for now.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake beamed at her in approval. "Bon!" He added a nice blue wavy line to the wall. "You fin wi' paper now? No more stories?"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Whole wo'ld!"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"That's cool." A random thought crossed Broots's mind. They were doing that a lot this morning. "How old are you?"

[mycanonhatesme]

"Nope, no more stories. At least, not until I go to school again." Chloe took some of the black paint and drew a vaguely mug-shaped object on the wall. "I don't know who's gonna write the stories here now though."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake held up three fingers. "Trois!" he said proudly. "Not a baby, basta!"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Mebbe 'Lexeij? Or Ro-ry!" Jake suggested. "Bad lady no' allowed."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Nope, definetly not a baby." Broots grinned at Jake and made a few estimates in his head. There was no pattern to the de-agging that he could see.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake beamed when big person school friend admitted this fact and held out a jar of red paint. "Wanna paint somethin'? Tu can iffn you wan' to."

[mycanonhatesme]

"You mean Mrs. Skeeter? Noooo, she's not allowed to write anything for the paper! I'll come back and throw things at her if she tries!"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"I'm not much of a painter. Do you want to be a painter when you grow up?"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Yay Oe! Is bad lady. Don't like her." Jake frowned and looked around for his sippy cup. All this talking made him thirsty.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake shook his head vigorously. "Wanna be like daddy. Wanna be--" he paused, and focused. "Cou-ri-er!"

He placed the red paint back on the floor. "You wanna be then?"

[mycanonhatesme]

"Me neither. She needs to go away and stop being all in love with John. She should go back to Wilbur and Umberto." Chloe grinned and added some brown to her mug. Mmmm mocha. "What are you drinking?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"I want to be a computer programmer." Yay random thought! "Do you know how you got here?"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

He had a long sip before answering. "'offee. 'Lexeij make it. Is cold now." He looked a little sad because of that. He knew that he wasn't to call 'Lexeij 'Lexeij to people, but was just Oe so that would be all right.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"I walkst the stairs!"

[mycanonhatesme]

"Awww," Chloe said sadly. "I'm sure he'll make you more that's warm, if you ask him." Now there was green in the mug. For...minty flavor. "Can I call him 'Lexeij too?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots didn't head-desk. He just grinned at Jake. "Cool!"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel shimmered (wheee!) into the sixth floor common room, grabbed some of the couch cushions, and quickly shimmered (wheee!) away.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake frowned at her. "Noes. Is my name. Only me can say 'Lexeij."

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe pouted a little, and may have accidentally gotten green on Jake's arm in retaliation. "Fine. But I still get to call him Alex."