[More whining protest died in his throat. His brother had a way of making him feel even smaller than he already was.
But he had grumbling left in him.]
Fine, I'll save the oatmeal for you...
[When Pokey finally arrives, he'll find Picky had been waiting right by the door. He had gone right there, after not-mom had made him "go and get dressed for school." Two and a half knocks in, and he threw the door open.]
You're here! Finally!
[Despite all the seriousness of the phone call, and all the weirdness? Picky is grinning. Aside from having grown a few inches and completely unfitting clothing, he's the same little brother that had always been.]
[phone] - [action]
But he had grumbling left in him.]
Fine, I'll save the oatmeal for you...
[When Pokey finally arrives, he'll find Picky had been waiting right by the door. He had gone right there, after not-mom had made him "go and get dressed for school." Two and a half knocks in, and he threw the door open.]
You're here! Finally!
[Despite all the seriousness of the phone call, and all the weirdness? Picky is grinning. Aside from having grown a few inches and completely unfitting clothing, he's the same little brother that had always been.]