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      Pascal had been waiting apprehensively for his friend to say something, and yet even when she spoke, he nearly recoiled. The action created a soft thump on the back of the box with his tail. Uncertainty taking over, the chameleon crept over to the small gap between the lid and body of the box, peeking out to see if such a miniscule noise caught the seeker’s attention.

In that mere instance, confirmation rang within the blonde. No matter how he attempted, no matter how silent the chameleon had been, it was but a breeze to ascertain his location. Now that he betrayed himself with a slight misstep, he stood glaringly out.  Still she pretended, glancing away from the collection of paint with a disheartened sigh.                                 “I guess he’s not here.                                                         I wonder where he might be.” 

The Swing by CatCrossing

     This time he would win at hide and seek for sure. Pascal had woken up early and scoped out the perfect hiding place for today. Preparing for victory, Pascal climbed into Rapunzel’s box of paint, nestled himself between two of the cups, and changed his color to blend into the darkness. He would lie in wait for her to try and find him.

                                                              “--I know you’re out there.”               Somewhere. But there was little concern beyond the desire to attain supremacy in the game they grew up with. Hide and seek was near    i m p o s s i b l e    when one knew the tower like the back and front of their hand, yet still they persevered in a valiant attempt to come up on top. He had the advantage of size and ability, but she had the skills and the loneliness of years before him -- allowing her mastery of ‘home’ and its spots. 

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