Dark walked into the living room of the Iplier Manor, finding Google sitting on the ground and playing peek-a-boo with a very giggly Chase. Google placed his hands on his face and would wait till Chase tugged at them to pull them away and say ‘boo’.
“Google, how has the research been going?” Dark asked.
“Hi, Dar!” Chase greeted, leaning forward and resting his hands on Google’s chest.
“It’s been three weeks, you said it shouldn’t take longer than one.” Dark stated, ignoring Chase.
“Dar grumpy.” Chase whispered.