[Isaac heard the call first, scampering over to the landing and bracing his arms against the bannisters of the railing. On his toes, he grinned, leaning over to look.]

Stiles!

[Looking back over his shoulder and leaning back almost bouncily, the little boy called for his brother.]

Scoooott! Hurry up already, Stiles is already here!

[Beaming, Isaac leaned over the stairs's railing once more, crossing his arms over the railing and resting his head on them]

Give me a second! Scott's in the bathroom being slow- you know, the usual.

[His grin widened a little as he spoke, showing his teeth in that angelic grin.]