Locking the door behind him, Soren moved toward the living room. He could hear the television on, and he went toward the living room. Cocking his head to the side, he squinted at the TV. Okay, cartoons, he liked those too. But who had left it on? Surely not his father, and his mother was more of a book person. It had to be whoever he was babysitting. It wasn't like his parents to pick up strays - that was a Turner-Brennan thing - and he scanned the room quickly, looking for whoever it was he was supposed to see.
He trusted his parents not to leave him in too awkward a situation, so when he noticed that the couch mysteriously had extra hair, he chuckled and moved lower. Crouching down to surprise whoever was back there, Soren popped out around the side. "Gotcha!"