Chase laughed quietly. "Sure, Icky," he said. "I'll stick a note to my door. 'Out to test for traps, back soon'," Chase dictated as he ran one hand across the air between them as if reading the written line in the air.
He shrugged. He may as well; it wasn't like it was going to kill him or anything right? Not the leaving the note part, anyway.
Squinting, he glanced up when he heard the rain announcing itself on the higher leaves. "Time's up," he called before he started to retreat toward his treehouse. "See you 'round," he called to the other man. "Better get in before the rain really starts."