#xcaptvred

Kevin was dragging the wheelchair to the front porch, with the paint cans in hand. The wheelchair bound colleague needed an artist's eye to help redesign the wheelchair. He wanted to make it cool. The younger sighed as he panted sitting down. Kevin crossed his arms.

"Okay jesse I got the paint cans and the chair." Kevin said looking at them. "I want to look kinda cool in this thing remember that." He said as he passed the paint cans and mask. "what else can we do to add some pizazz?"

Kevin was feeling melancholic when he was sitting alone at Rosseaus. The human missed the three of them together. There was an anxiety as he waited. What had happened to him, he tried to push back against the feelings. He didn't care, as he texted them quickly. He just wated to feel normal for a night.

There was a bright look in his eyes, when he noticed a figure. There was a smile, not caring about the wheelchair. He wheeled up to the first male that arrived.

"Took you long enough."

ever since they came back from the prison world, it seemed like the world had got more complex. the gala, their father showing up and now the revelation that niko wasn’t just sacrificed like herself and Jesse, he sought to avenge her death and in doing some ended up in the prison world with them. maybe she should’ve guessed that, maybe she had been to stupid and naive to think that he had just fallen into one of their traps like she had. hate, she had chosen to hate or not feel anything for anyone apart from her family when she got to the prison world and that, that had led to this. taking the last sip of her beer, she quickly wiped the tears that formed in her eyes. god, why was she being like this? hear the familiar footsteps of her brothers stepping onto the porch, her head turned to look at him. “did you know?” she questioned, if anyone knew it would be him or Kevin and she hadn’t got round to questioning the latter yet. “did you know that he only ended up there because of me?”

there was a slight roll of her eyes as she looked at her brother. a loud sigh escaping her lips. “when did I become a stool?”eyebrow raised before she shoved them off playfully. “you’ve got the coffee table. put them there or are you scared of mom?” @xcaptvred