There’s only so much sleep a teenage boy can go without and, well, Kay’s at his limit now. One minute he’s sitting next to you, the next he’s napping on your arm.

                   WHAT’S THE MATTER?                  CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE?

Callan McAuliffe, Actor

Gavin:

    He can’t breathe right; panicked sobs being the only way to get any air at     all. He’s falling, crashing, mind screaming at him and vision swimming.     He can’t do this much longer, can’t hold on any longer. All he wants is for     it to be all over - for his LIFE to be all over. And right now, he’s dangerously     close to making sure it will, for good.

    Curious, worried eyes glance over the other teen, take in the scene before      him. He’s not totally sure what to do - doesn’t want to approach, just in case,       doesn’t want to stay away, just in case. “G---av...?”

time to stare at my dash over here

Grubbs:

  ❛Oh right, c’mon.❜He’d almost forgotten about    that in his fit to make conversation with the guy.    Turning, he lead him down the halls.

    He scratches at his face as he walks, unsure      of how to even take this guy. He seemed alright,      for the most part, if a little weird. But then, Kay’s      practically mute. Who the hell is he to judge?

Stranger:

“T-Turn my head? Why?” Not understanding the situation he is in scares him. The living are odd. But he can not keep himself from obeying and turning his head. Slightly.

He has to sort of-- stare for a second. He didn’t think the guy would actually obey his request. Either way, now he can better finish his drawing and then hold it up to the other.

Grubbs:

   ❛Don’t be like that, you were laughing at me!     That wasn’t very nice !❜Apparently he was in     the mood to  take it personally.  Grubbs was just     running out of things to say.

    Be like what? What has he done? This guy sure was      confusing, wow. “T---our,” he mutters in that strained      voice of his once his bag is replaced on his shoulders.

Grubbs:

  Putting his book back in place, he hovered over   his shoulder, watching intently. He was not enjoying    being laughed at by the new kid.❛Y’know there is   more than one city right?.❜Now he was just being   a prick.

    He looks his way and furrows his eyebrows.       ‘No shit.’ And then the book is closed and      put under his armpit while he returns his bag      to his back.

Stranger:

speechlessandweary

You are staring. Why are you staring? Do I look that odd? “Can I help you?” Is that even the correct phrasing?

Yeah. Yeah, you probably can. Maybe. He’s a little embarrassed but...maybe he can use this to his advantage. “Turn y--our h---ead. Sl---ightly.” He might be drawing you.

Grubbs:

❛Are you laughing at me? That’s kinda wack  man.❜ If you think this is gonna deter Grubbs  Grady from a conversation you were mistaken.

Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a writing pad & a pen. Not like he was gonna use it for anything.❛Where are you from?❜

    He rolls his eyes and reaches into his own backpack.      He pushes past the clutter of pencils and papers and      sketchpads to pull out his own notebook and pencil.      “Sn----ap.” Another chuckle before he writes down       ‘I’m from the si city.’

Grubbs:

 ❛Oh.❜Cue the dumbfounded look.   He wasn’t exactly the brightest, nor   did he speak Sign language.

 ❛Dunno what that means.❜Now he   was a tad uncomfortable, not that he    would admit it.

    His lips tug into a smile and small breaths      leave him in what’s supposed to be a near-      silent round of giggles. Honestly, he didn’t      think Grubbs would know sign language,       but at least now he’s better understand      Kay’s situation.

Ezra:

Ezra is concerned, but he isn’t going to show too much; Kay’s clearly all right, just — really tired and not quite himself. Ezra can relate; he’s had many of those mornings. ❛Yeah, come on. I was just heading to work, I can make you a coffee. I’ll be the only one there for a while.❜

He gives Ezra a grateful smile and then nods. In truth, it would be nice to watch Ezra work. He’s never seen him doing much. Actually, he’s barely seen Ezra at all, really. It’s a pity, Kay barely really has anyone he can call a friend and then... Gah! His mind is wondering and he’s pretty sure he actually fell asleep whilst walking for a couple yards.

Grubbs:

    ❛S’where are you from Mystery man? Are you      from a city?❜He was trying his best to keep the      conversation going—with no help from his companion.

    He releases air from his cheeks, a sound akin to a      huff. Well, there’s no two ways around it now. He      extends his arms to make his sleeve push back      then sign ‘I am from the city’.

I have another OC I've been neglecting lately, but I don't feel too bad

this was my neglected oc tbh but i’m tryna be active

Grubbs:

  ❛Kay?❜That wasn’t a very elaborate sentence    now was it? No. Not at all. Not even sure what it    meant? Is his name Kay? Or was that okay? 

  ❛A man of few words I see. Coolio, totally has    that mysterious stranger vibe..❜In which he     needs to cool it with the movies.

    He sighs. This guys talks a lot. A lot. Then again,      it could be Kay’s lack of words. That makes       people uncomfortable sometimes; feel the need to      fill the silence.

Grubbs:

  ❛D’ya not speak, or has this placed bored    the words out of you? Cause I know it sure    had for me for a while.❜A shrug. Not     exactly sensitive.    ❛C’mon then, I’m Grubbs    by the way,.❜

    “K--ay.” There, he spoke. And that’s all you’re getting.      Mainly because he can’t really speak much more than      that without his throat angrily protesting. And the      insensitivity? He’s heard much, much worse.