Tricky Tidbits

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“Seventy-four... seventy-five... seventy-six..” It was a game William played with himself. The ten year old liked to close his eyes and count his steps and try to remember how to get from one place to another just by counting the distance. He'd heard that's how some blind people could get around without a dog or cane and he found it fascinating. Of course, he'd cheat by occasionally opening his eyes to make sure he wasn't about to bump into anyone, so it sort of defeated the purpose.

“Ninty-eight... Ninety-nine.. Oof!” Bright blue eyes fluttered open as he bumped into the bright pink door of his Uncle Tristain's shop. He paused for a moment. He must had lost count somewhere along the way because he could have sworn it had taken more steps to get from the park to the shop the last time. In the end he just shrugged and fished out his key to the door and placed it in the door, again, pausing. The door handle seemed newer than he remembered.... “Weird...” and shrugged as he went in and made his way behind the counter to help himself to one of his uncle's cupcakes.

“Mum?? Triss? I'm home!!... I'm hungry!” he declared as he looked around, wondering where everyone was. “Hellooooo?”

[OOC - @rowan]

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Rowan leaned against the counter, bored. She was supposed to be watching over the shop while her brother went out to the store for things that she couldn’t grow herself. It was a rather boring job. She didn’t understand why he would even like to do this. But she couldn’t complain too much – at least she could work on equations and theories in her notebook while she watched over the shop. Tristain was much more interactive with the customers, while Rowan merely gave the occasional greeting and nod while she worked.

She pushed herself away from the counter and went back into the kitchen, clambering up onto the counter to get her some of the food. She grabbed a root of vanilla, chewing on it as she went back into the room… to find a child. She stared at the kid with a raised eyebrow, creeping up behind him. Who the hell was this kid to be sneaking cupcakes, anyway? Probably some poor kid that would make her brother’s dumb heart bleed. She grabbed one of the baking pans and tiptoed behind him.

‘Mum’? ‘Triss’? Oh no, this kid was definitely a psycho. She swung the pan at his head.