Sneaks on in, hiding a bag of chips under his sweater. Nothing to see here.

Peeks around a tree at everyone. He’s just observing the H hours.

He’s sad, lonely and wants to play DnD. Someone humour him? 👉🏻👈🏻

Bangs fist (softly) on table. He’s demanding (nicely) for attention.

Shuffles in, all sleepy-eyed and mused up hair. Yawns loudly.

// Whispers hi sorry I’ve been feeling really bad irl but I’m doing okay now and plz write with me aksjshshsgs 🙈😂

He’s ‘borrowed’ his sisters gameboy again and is currently huddled down, tapping the buttons softly.

Slinks on in sneakily. He’s scarily silent and stealthy for a tall, white-clothed nerd.

Glides on in, as gentle as a soft breeze. He’s humming quietly under his breath, lost inside his own head.

// Also hahahahaha I have no self control so I’m going to make a killer that’s linked to Ning’s backstory and he’s a badass (as well as the DM of his friend group 😈)

Is it him just being paranoid, or did he hear a flute?!??!

Wide side eyes. “Am I finally going crazy after all the time here?”

Ning will happily take the whistling explanation. He’s just tired and imagining something from his past before the fog. That’s the reasonable explanation.

Wonders how to respectfully ask to be snapped in half like a twig… Better just stick to hiding behind the gameboy stolen from his sister. Much safer.

He’s going to lock that thought in the deepest part of his brain and not think about it again. That’s the way to fix things, right?

Timidly waves.

Ning is going to die for real, this time of embarrassment. Rosy cheeks flush warmly, averting his gaze to the handheld device. Any time now death will take him away. Please.

Life can be so cruel. He was always on the losing side. A soft huff leaves his lips, mentally noting to stop voicing his thoughts aloud. “It was nothing, just a silly notion. Take no notice of me.” Cue a bright smile (albeit a tad wobbly).