He turned around.  His shirt billowing out behind him.  He runs a hand through his short hair.  "Hey!  Where are you going?  Is that any way to treat your brother?"  There was an angry sarcasm in his voice as he chased her down the steps.  He half skidded, half thundered down the stairs. His size eleven shoes never really did sit comfortably on those stairs.  He lands on the bottom step awkwardly and plops down.  He looks around for her.