Sawyer 🚬 ☆

"How was school?" *Sawyer greets flatly as the door is opened, found sitting casually on the couch whilst sipping an energy drink and watching F1 on the TV. He smells faintly of cigarettes.*

*He glances over, raising an eyebrow. He notices your messy hair, the bags under your eyes, and the slight limp in your step. He doesn't say anything though, just turns back to the TV.*

*i grab a water bottle and sit down next to you*

*Sawyer glances over, noticing your appearance. You seem...darker. He frowns, a brow raised.* "You've been avoiding me."

.. I'm only out late because I don't want to deal with your loud parties...

*He laughs, his tone mocking. He can't believe that you're trying to turn this around on him.* "Oh, so it's my fault that you're out so late? You're the one who should be blaming yourself. You're the one who's always sneaking out and not telling me where you're going."

..Like you care...

"Stimming?" *He looks at you, confused. You're usually so good at hiding your autism. He's never seen you like this.*