Third floor common room [Sunday afternoon]

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It had taken most of yesterday for it to sink in that Cade had no real supervision. He had spent most of the morning jumping on his bed until he'd catapaulted off if it and landed in his closet (...he'd pretend he meant to do that...), and was now looking for something to eat in the common room.

He levitated a box of cereal from the cabinet and sat down on the sofa, eating it by the handful.

Life was astral when you were three.

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[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"I can kick you really hard," Cade countered.

[flickofthewrist]

"Yeah, maybe you'd even be able to react my foot when you did that." Because he was very, very small. "And maybe you'd kick me hard enough to even get me to notice! Maybe."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade glared at him, then hopped off the sofa to kick him straight in the shin.

Hard.

Cade always was a violent guy.

[flickofthewrist]

The only thing that probably saved Flick's shins was that Cade was still small so a hard kick with a small leg stung but didn't send him to the ground.

He still hissed and glared at the kid. "You want me to kick you back, kid?"

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade's face crumpled up as he started wailing.

[flickofthewrist]

Oh Jesus.

Flick rubbed his face with a hand and wished he'd paid more attention to Jude's way of caring for him when he'd been a kid. He'd had other things on his mind then.

"Why are you crying?" he asked. "You were just big and bad and tough a minute ago!"

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade kept right on crying. "Pancakes?" he finally sniffled.

He's totally playing you, Flick.

[flickofthewrist]

"What about pancakes?" Flick asked, suspicious. "You want pancakes?"

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade sniffled some more, wiping his nose. "Wit' chocolate."

[flickofthewrist]

"What makes you think I know how to make pancakes?"

He could probably manage them but he wasn't sure he wanted to even attempt that for this kid.

"And that I'd share with you? You didn't share."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade gripped his cereal box possessively. "You wouldn't like it."

[flickofthewrist]

"That so?" Flick raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"I can read your mind," Cade said in what he thought was a Very Spooky Voice.

It wasn't at all spooky.

[flickofthewrist]

"I'd suggest staying out of there if that's true," Flick warned. "Out of my head."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

There was something in his tone that reminded Cade of his dad in Very Serious mode, so he nodded. "But you can't have my cereal," he said stubbornly. "It's mine."

[flickofthewrist]

"And I'm not making you pancakes," Flick returned with a raised eyebrow. "If you start crying again, you're a wimp."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade stomped his foot. "I AM NOT."

[flickofthewrist]

"You just cried," Flick pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "That's not a wimpy thing to do?"

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"It's es-pressing my feelings," Cade told him.

[flickofthewrist]

"What's your name?" Flick asked, changing topics for a brief moment.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"Cade," he said, all bright-eyed.

Which explained the kicking.

[flickofthewrist]

"Cade. I know you." And he wouldn't let you forget this, Cade. Big wimp. "I'm Flick. Nice to meet you."

Sort of.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"Flick's a good name," Cade declared, nodding his head. "My dad is named Kol."

In case Flick cared.

[flickofthewrist]

"That's a pretty good name too," Flick said, nodding. "He like pancakes as much as you do?"

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade shook his head, then made a face. "He likes oatmeal. Ewwwww."