James lay there still with his eyes closed, very entertained.

Saoirse narrowed her eyes. And then crouched down, and just picked the kid up like she had threatened to.

James was limp in her arms. Being skinny and rather small for his age, he was light.

Saoirse was able to carry him with ease. She started walking, him in her arms, towards the beach and from there to the cliffs. She wasn't actually planning on hurting the kid, she just wanted him to stop acting like a clown.

James liked the feeling of being carried and he didn't think the woman would actually toss him of a cliff, and so he stayed 'unconscious'.

Though Saoirse was usually very against tossing kids off cliffs, she was getting so irritated that she was very close to doing so. "And to the cliffs we go," she narrated her journey to herself, still walking.

James was beginning to worry a little bit as the woman still carried her, and decided to take revenge instead. Out of nowhere, he suddenly jolted and shouted. "LET GO! LET GO! HELP! I'M BEING KIDNAPPED!"

Mostly because of the sheer surprise and shock she felt at the sudden outburst, Saoirse just dropped him. Oh, she hated this kid so much. Her patience had been worn out and she was kind of pissed, now.

"He's not being kidnapped," she said with a surprisingly level voice.

James fell to the ground hard, which, let's be honest, he really did have coming at this stage. But he was not done being dramatic and started wailing.

Saoirse had no more fucks to give. She just turned on her heel and walked away from the wailing child.