The door opens. 'Who is it' he asks silently, almost creeping up the stairs like this wasn't his own house. The gentle sound of breathing is the only reply he receives. His ears perk up and quite gracefully he sneaks up the last remaining stairs.
Treading softly on his soft forest green carpet he makes not a sound. Then with a step, -creak- and the game is over. She pounces from behind him, and he has lost this round.
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