"Ready"
A slight nod.
"Three, two, one, go"
They sprinted through the door, his mouth agape and grinning, hers pressed in a thin line of amused determination. Shoving and stumbling, the siblings rounded the top of the landing;
Riff's arm shot out to grab the banister pommel, putting him in the lead as he swerved round whilst she could merely skid 'til her hip hit the handrail, nearly tossing her down to the lobby below.
A slight nod.
"Three, two, one, go"
They sprinted through the door, his mouth agape and grinning, hers pressed in a thin line of amused determination. Shoving and stumbling, the siblings rounded the top of the landing;
Riff's arm shot out to grab the banister pommel, putting him in the lead as he swerved round whilst she could merely skid 'til her hip hit the handrail, nearly tossing her down to the lobby below.
By now her brother had bounded close to half the staircase down, so she swung up her leg and slid past into pole position. A jump, a scramble and she was off, ducking past curtains laden with dust that dropped on the brother catching at her apron strings.
Leaning on the lift to catch her breath, Magenta managed to choke out "I get to press the button."
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Little drabble written ages ago for Sam (Hughlover). She suggested the plot when I was bitching about not being able to think of anything to write, so all inanity is her's and all writing errors are mine. Point them out in a review and get a cyber cookie.