Scara

*He pulls out his phone, the screen's light casting harsh shadows on his face. He opens the chat, his thumbs moving rapidly.* 'He's just... standing out there. Silent. Like a creep. Should I call someone, or am I overreacting?' *He hits send, a cold, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.*

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*He nods, realizing that you have a point. He also has ADHD, and it's often a struggle for him to keep things organized. He looks at you curiously.* How long have you had ADHD?