[Deacon] Family Visitation?

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor coughed softly, turning iver onto his stomach, wings draped over himself as he yawned and stretched.

[deacon reid rudman]

Bandit climbed down off of Deacon's lap, crawling over to Connor. She gently ran her fingers through his hair, leaning against the sofa next to him. She hummed quietly, twirling his hair around her finger.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor coughed again, it far harder for him to breathe on his stomach. He turned onto his side, eyes opening slightly to look at Bandit.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Mo'nin." She told him with a smile. Deacon glanced up, putting down his book to go pick her up. He carried her into the kitchen, letting her help him fix dinner for her and Connor.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled at her, not bothering get up. The extra sleep had him feeling a little better than he had been this morning, though.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon handed Bandit the dull butter knife he kept in the silverware drawer, watching her smash the potatoes with it. He walked over to the stove, putting on a can of peas.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor finally got to his feet, stooping to scoop up the mess of feathers on the floor.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon started the steak patties and the gravy, handing her a bag of chocolate chips. He started mixing up brownies, then handed her the bowl to put the chips in she'd been munching on. "You're gonna get fat." He told her.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor scoffed at Deacon's comment, disappearing upstairs to put the featers somewhere before returning.

[deacon reid rudman]

He checked his food before he gave her their forks to put on the table. She walked over gladly, putting them in their place. She smiled up at Connor. "I did it!" She told him happily.