[CLOSED] how high can you fly with broken wings?

[tisha noelle gillespie]

"Ooh, that sounds good." She said, looking up as she heard Richard. She got up and walked into the kitchen to put on a pot to boil the pasta before she bounced back, curling up in her spot next to Sedrick.

"All clean?" She asked Richard, laying her head on his brother's shoulder. "Oh, and the doctor's gonna come talk to you tomorrow." She told Sedrick, looking up at him.

[sedrick fidelis johnson]

Richard nodded, bobbing his head back and forth as he hummed obnoxiously before sprawling on the love seat by himself.

Sedrick shifted his weight as she sat back down. "Okay.." He mumbled halfheartedly, rubbing at an eye.

[tisha noelle gillespie]

"Okay." She yawned, sitting up and pulling the blanket tightly around her. She watched the TV until there was another knock on the door. But she knew this one was probably only the mail man. She got up and bounced to the door, taking the mail from him before she sat in her chair with it. "Oooo, that's a nice motorcycle.." She said, picking up the magazine on top.

[sedrick fidelis johnson]

Sedrick watched her quietly, drawing his legs onto the couch and curling up, head on the arm rest. He reached out as Richard offered him the puppy, and cuddle it close to himself, wondering if the others were starting to open their eyes yet or not.

[tisha noelle gillespie]

Noelle yawned, sitting the rest of the mail down. She flipped through the magazine, then sat it down too. Dice came through the door, nudging her with her muzzle. She followed the dog, putting food in her bowl before she walked back, sitting down in Richard's lap.

[sedrick fidelis johnson]

Sedrick shifted his weight some, kissing the little pup before closing his eyes.

Richard hugged her tight as she sat down, smiled over her shoulder at her.

[tisha noelle gillespie]

"Hey." She smiled, turning so her back was against the arm rest and she could look at him. She reached up, running her fingers through her hair. She leaned close, giving him a gentle kiss at the corner of her mouth before she leaned back, pulling his hand into her lap.

[richard marcus johnson]

"Hey." Richard smiled at her, allowing her took take his hand. He glanced down at it for a moment, then yawned sleepily before looking over at Sedrick, the shallow and uneasy rise and fall of his chest. But whatever seemed to be bothering him wasn't enough to make him do anything about it.
He shifted his weight beneath Noelle. "Tisha, huh?" A faint smile. "What's for dinner?"

[tisha noelle gillespie]

"You, for calling me Tisha." She said, wrinkling her nose at him. Had she been a normal teenager, she may have said something perverted in return. She played with one of his fingers before she pulled it close, holding it between hers. "I curse my parents for naming me that horrible name. What kind of a name is Tisha anyways? It sounds like a tupperware dish.."

[richard marcus johnson]

Richard chuckled, wiggling his finger playfully. "Aw, there's nothing wrong with that.. It's you. And you is beautiful, including your name." He smirked at how improper it sounded, poked her nose gently. "But seriously. I'm starving."
Sedrick jumped and he glanced at him, guessed he had drifted to sleep faster than his brain wanted him to.

[tisha noelle gillespie]

"Tisha still sounds like tupperware." She said, pulling his hand to her lips to kiss it before she got up to put on the pasta to boil now that the water was bubbling. She carefully started to get everything together while the pasta boiled, not wanting to bother Sedrick and make him come do it. She got it all pulled together, and put it in the oven before she washed her hair and started back with an apple for Richard. "Apple?" She asked, holding it over his head with a smile.

[richard marcus johnson]

Richard watched her get up, then return. He reached up and snatched the apple with a smile before poking her stomach gently. "Thanks," He huffed, biting into it.
Sedrick began to cough in his sleep and Richard got up, sitting him up some so the fit would stop. When his brother relaxed again, he returned to his own seat, pulling Noelle with him.

[tisha noelle gillespie]

Noelle sat down next to him, drawing her legs up under her. She yawned, leaning back before she stretched her legs out, propping them on the coffee table. "I hope Richard starts feeling better soon." She said quietly, looking up at the TV before she folded her hands over her stomach, closing her eyes.

[richard marcus johnson]

"Same," Richard breathed softly, stretching with a yawn. He chewed on his lip thoughtfully, scratched his nose. "It scares me."

[tisha noelle gillespie]

"Yeah.. But sometimes life ain't easy.." She said, then shrugged. She knew it was just going to be a long road, a road that got narrower and narrower, growing thicker and thicker with weeds and troubles as he got further down it. And very few people made it out alive. "I dunno. I'll see." She mumbled, talking to herself, she supposed. She got up, taking the lasagna out of the stove. Then she walked to the freezer, grabbing a tub of ice cream and sticking it in the fridge in a bowl of ice for it to thaw for dinner. She walked over to the stove and started working on chocolate sauce for it, leaning on the counter stirring it cautiously once it was pulled together.