Gabriel and Metatron had spent much of the past two days in stitches with laughter as they watched Aziraphale handling life as a wee!toddler ( Read more... )

Kiki Aunt Iki deserved breakfast. Wee!Wilson had deemed this to be so upon waking in the big bed with his wee!companion and after some chatter that would have been thoroughly incomprensible to any adult but which made perfect sense to the wees, they wriggled out of the bed and set about thier mission ( Read more... )

[ooc: After the events over here. Open for all people who are meeting and chasing the Wee!]

The Icecreamery's claim to fame is that they make their icecream to individual specifications, right in front of you. Thirty base flavours fill the glass fronted freezer, huge metal buckets much like a traditional ice cream store. Everything from ( Read more... )

As I have no LJ-Fu.

Waking up Wee!

Want milk.

Was the first thought that slipped through James Wilson’s mind as he woke up. He was thirsty and he wanted some milk.

Sitting up in bed, he grumped softly as the thick, heavy, annoying blankets tried to push him back down on the bed.

Ooof, no, bad blankie, naughty blankie, blankie yuk.When small hands proved ineffectual against the ( Read more... )