He hears the voices and the laughter following him, getting closer. Daeshim tries to think like a rabbit, turning in another direction suddenly, attempting to lose them and leave them behind. He doesn't really want to, but it's all a part of the game.

He's not as swift as a rabbit though, and eventually a hand catches up with him, and then another. Daeshim trips, or maybe his legs just give out, and it sends him falling into the soft grass. He's tired and out of breath, his cheeks flushed a shade of pink when he rolls over onto his back. There's laughter in him, but just a soft awkward smile on his lips. For him, that's a lot.

"I lost!"

He looks at Chrissy again. He seems happy about it.