[ closed-ish ] not till I can read by the moon am I going anywhere

[gramarye]

Who: Benji, Philomena, Shrieky, Wolfgang, guests maybe??
What: Slice of life.
When: Over the past few weeks, stuff can be backdated etc.
Where: Nawiedzonydom, Badside
Notes: Put up a subthread in here with maybe a description of your character's usual daily routine and/or any unusual happenings that may have occurred lately? Things other characters would have noticed about them? Weird habits etc? Then tag each other? Yes this is a good plan.
Warnings: None yet!

The house is a fairly large property and while it looks a bit frightening on the outside — Wolfgang never seems to get around to fixing that much, he always has a million other more pressing projects to distract him — it's turning out quite nicely. He's filled it with proper furniture, a working kitchen, even decorations, a lot of local art, some "donated" by his weirdo artsy friends. The yard is coming back to life from the long neglect it's suffered from before, but slowly, like it's shy.

There's a fence around the backyard now, high enough to keep the pets from jumping over. There's a rumour around town that the house is haunted, but that's probably because most of the people who live in it are a little eccentric.

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[gramarye]

Wolfgang is absolutely willing to play hide and seek with Shrieky, because there is a large part of Wolfgang that is not properly adult, the part that also likes telling ghost stories and climbing trees. He should probably feel weird about it because they're both adults (as far as anyone knows), but it's more like a relief to be able to do things he likes without anyone looking at him oddly. He likes when Shrieky gets ideas like this and seems really unironically excited about them, completely unself-conscious about it. Wolfgang is self-conscious about everything.

This is in fact what they're doing right now. Wolfgang is it, because he's not allowed to be the hider anymore, because he is a filthy cheater. Safiya caught him at that once, figured out how he was doing it, and promptly beat him up to get him to stop, and they'd had to be pulled off each other because they started biting and pulling hair. They were five.

He's sitting cross-legged on the couch, hands serenely in his lap, his eyes closed and counting backwards from 100. "...69, 68, 67..."

He is still a filthy cheater because he totally just peeked.

[wontturntofoam]

Shrieky is not the best at hiding. He sometimes gets a little overwhelmed with the sheer quantity of hiding places in the house, in the world in general, but one hundred seconds is long enough for him to find somewhere, surely...

Eventually he decides that the PERFECT HIDING PLACE is the place where countless goats can be used as a distraction, so he creeps surreptitiously out, and makes a mad dash to hide in the goat shed before Wolfgang runs out of numbers and comes looking for him!

[gramarye]

"...42, 41, 40..."

The countless (two) goats, startled by Shrieky's sudden appearance, run behind the shed until one of them bravely comes to investigate him. Motek is the less headbutty of the two, but she still butts her face against his side and bleats, demanding to be cuddled. They are not very good at this game, turns out.

Meanwhile, still counting: "...25, 24, 23..."

[wontturntofoam]

Shrieky has a moment of indecision, before ducking into the goat hut, an crouching down in the corner, so that he is both out of sight, and close enough to the floor to begin lavishing quiet attention on Motek. Perhaps the countless goats (Shrieky's not great at counting okay) won't be a great distraction, but if he placates them with love, they might not give away his location either...

...Also, this way, even if he loses, he has still had some quality goat time.

[gramarye]

Motek is delighted by the attention and attempts to crawl into Shrieky's lap, her wee stubby tail wagging. These two are the neediest animals, they need constant reassurance of devotion or they start dramatically wilting.

"... 3, 2, 1. Ready or not -"

Wolfgang always makes a big deal out of looking around - this is partially because Shrieky is awfully large and thus his pool of potential hiding spots is a lot smaller than it would be if they were both, say, six, but also because that's how you play the game, okay. He wanders around the downstairs of the house, stopping at windows, peering into cabinets big enough to hold a person.

He wanders out into the backyard and pauses there, hands on his hips, mouth pursed, thoughtful. He taps his chin. Motek starts straining because she can totally see her mommy from here.

[wontturntofoam]

Shrieky peeks around the corner of the goat hut, trying to ascertain whether Wolfgang is out there and whether he's coming over here or not, before jerking his head back into the safety of the hut, when he spots his housemate standing ponderously at the head of the yard.

He scoops Motek into his arms, and quickly pours adoration on her in the form of petting and whispering what a lovely goat she is. He's cunningly trying to prevent her from going to demand a parental meeting with Wolfgang, and in doing so leading him right to Shrieky. He scoops his arms underneath her front legs, and rolls her onto her back on his lap, to give her a little goatish belly rub.

Hopefully Wolfgang hadn't seen him, and Motek would be quiet in her appreciation of his love...