Elevator doors open up onto the hallway toward the CCRP technical department, and a young, newly hired twenty-something year old Paul peers out. He holds his hands suspiciously behind his back, as if keeping something in place behind him. Seeing no one waiting in the hallway, Paul sighs quietly in relief and takes the hand of the small child behind him, quickly stepping out of the elevator before kneeling down in front of his nephew.
"You ready kiddo?" Paul whispered with a small smile, desperate to hide his anxiety. Last minute childcare responsibilities and trying not to get fired are not a good mix. "I know this morning was stressful with your dad getting called out last minute. But now we're playing spies, remember? Your mission is to go undetected for as long as you can. You have your books and your gameboy with the sound off?"
Young Richie has calmed down significantly, compared to the morning rush and switch-up of plans. But the evidence of a rushed morning and remnants of a tantrum were present on him. His shoes were two different colours, with one being blue and the other red. He wore multiple layers of clothing, with the largest and warmest being a snow jacket his father owned. Which, was evident by how long and large it hung off Richie. In one of his small hands, he held his bag by a strap and let it drag on the floor. Thankfully it was closed. Pets of his hair stubbornly stuck up.
His other hand held onto his Uncle’s, the best he could. His hand was so much smaller and sort of ended up clutching onto some of Paul’s fingers.
Richie blinked at his uncle, before he’s nodding. “In bag.” He mumbled, proving his point by holding up his bag strap and slightly tugging on said bag. “..What happens if I get found?”