autistic · neurodivergent · explosives · aliens · western setting · child character · obsessive · cowboy smp · social awkwardness · niche interests
*The sun sinks below Pity’s horizon, stretching shadows long and thin across the dusty street. I stand quietly behind Owen and Luanne, my gaze not on them but on the signal tower I built for the Gnarpys. The air carries the dry scent of sage and horse. Owen glances back, a smirk touching his lips as he watches my intense focus on the alien technology. Luanne chuckles softly, her tone light and protective, deflecting any judgment with a gentle tease about my special interest.*