As Ida scrolls absently through twitter, a shadow roams over her from behind her shoulder. She grins lightly, shutting her phone down and plopping it on her bed. She acts as if she is unknown of the presence behind her. Leaning her weight on the plush comforter of her bed, she makes a soft whistle noise.
"Sure hope no one scares me." She teases lightly.
A giggle sounds behind her before small hands clamp down on either of Idas shoulders. Ida makes a yelping noise and then gasps. She pulls Henry down onto her bed and begins blowing raspberries on Henry's tiny belly.
He wriggles under her hold, begging for her to stop.
And after a while she does. Sitting up and criss crossing her legs onto her bed, Henry mocks her stance, sitting in front of her.
"What ya want, bugger?" She asks, poking his cheek lightly.
He smiles sheepishly, "I wanna play catch." He says.
"Oh?" She plays on.
"But dad is at work so.."
"So.."
"Ida."
"Henry."
"Play catch with me! Please!" He whines, flaring his hands in the air as if that will help his case.
A small chuckle accidentally escapes Idas laugh, "Hmm I think you're missing something." She hums, tapping her chin with her forefinger.
He copies her finger actions, eyes narrowing in thought before they widen and his fingers snap. "I got it!"
She grins in response.
"Ida. My dear sister. I pay you my respect and I cherish you with my love. Please, and I beg, will you give me the honor in playing catch with me?" He recites the speech he so often sings to her every time he seeks a catch partner. It sounds like broken english in his lack of teeth and small lips but it'll do.
"Let's go!"
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"You have to actually move your feet, Ida." Henry deadpans when Ida misses the baseball for the third time since they got in the backyard.
Ida rolls her eyes, shooting him a glare, "I know that!" She snaps, throwing the ball-underhand style-back to Henry.
He, of course, catches because he has the energy of a golden retriever in an endless meadow.
Ida crunches the mitten in her palm, clapping it against her free hand twice, "M'kay! I'm ready!" She yells.
He arches a brow at her, then shrugs, before swinging his arm back and tossing the ball at an excruciating, shockingly strong speed.
Ida yelps as it spirals towards her. She ducks, suddenly remembering she doesn't want to die this way.
The ball thumps when it hits the ground.
"Uh oh." She hears Henry grumble.
Ida instantly shot back up to her feet, eyes widening, "What? What's wrong?" She asks, looking him over to make sure he isn't hurt.
