Voices in my head

*rolls back in*

Soon, Cicero was distracted by his brother running him over. It was a strange sensation: just as soon as Cicero had found that he had some control over the life he was given, that he could move wherever he wished to, he lost that control again, giving it up to, in this instance, his brother. Instead of being irritated by this, Cicero just started to laugh. In many children, laughter was something that needed to be encouraged by eager parents making approval-noises at the child, but not with Cicero. While his brother mowed him to the ground and wriggled over him to get on the other side, Cicero just laughed. Perhaps someone watching would conclude it was because his brother's movements were ticklish for him.

The fact that Cicero had little idea of proper responses was obvious when his sister piled on top of him, too. There was a lot of pressure on him now and his chest started to ache from the weight on top of him, but Cicero just kept making giggling noises, as if it didn't matter to him at all. Or maybe as if he was enjoying it.