ooooh I’d love some baby Jamie and Simon for your WIP ask game! I think they have a very interesting dynamic that is often overlooked :3
Yessss, once I'm done with whumptober I really need to dust this off and work out a plan for what the fic will look like. But I did have a lot of fun writing them this weekend so thank you!
It was different that summer though, when a little boy wandered in through the doors with a backpack that was too big for his body and football boots swinging side to side where they had been tied onto the strap by the laces. “I need a library card,” he declared, standing on his tiptoes to be able to see over even the lowered counter section of Simon’s desk. “Ok then young man,” Simon smiled, “you got an adult here with you?” He couldn’t have been any older than seven with a very slender frame and shaggy brown hair that flopped into a short sideways fringe. That hair bounced as he shook his head from side to side. “Ok,” Simon murmured. “Where is your adult?” He had seen the boy walk in on his own but had hoped he had just run ahead and the adult was going to follow behind with a scolding for running off. But it seemed not. “Mummy had to go to work, I’m in the summer club but I told her the poster says I need a library card to join and I don’t have one and she doesn’t have time to do the paperwork so she told me to come in and use my big boy voice and tell an adult I need a library card. So I did. I need a library card,” the kid explained, hands gesticulating every which way and finishing with them pressed up on the counter and staring at Simon with an intensity that dared him to challenge the final declaration. Simon felt like he had just been hit in the face with a water cannon.
