⠀ … hmm— i know… you’re here ! ( he jumps behind the couch , only to be met with nothing. he huffs. stomping over through the kitchen . cellar door — shut — thankfully. )
( smiling , hand over mouth watching his little brother look for him , hearing those wet boots squeak on their hardwood floor . he couldn’t make a single sound , not yet … no , not yet , he knew georgie would get mad if he made it too easy . )
⠀ ready or not — ! here i come !
( little boots flurry across the wooden floors to carpet and tile , running around every surface and checking the usual spots — behind the curtains , under tables . )
( lightly tiptoeing to bunker down behind their mother’s piano . she’d have a fit if a single key was off , but she was still at work anyways . shushing his breaths , he was one of the few people who didn’t let georgie win right away because be was little . )