Hearing a knock at the door, Mao jumped up and went bolting to answer it. His brother called out from somewhere in the house, prompting Mao to yell repeatedly, "I'm getting!! NO I'M GETTING IT!" He arrived at the door wearing a batman tank top, camo-print shorts and mismatched socks. Not exactly winter wear. He jerked the door open and grabbed Jame's wrist to pull him in. "Get in!"
Mao was off sprinting again, back down to the furnished basement. James knew the way, it was where they usually hung out if they were at Mao's house. Mao could be a little noisy, his brother preferred some sort of barrier between him and whatever was going on.
When James made it down, Mao was already talking. "Okay, so, leave that hoop on the floor. Okay, alright, so, I swear, this is a real experiment. I don't know if its going to work."