+Aiyana, 22 years old and bisexual; I am a storm. Born from the sea, I rise.

(I mostly write #fic* but sometimes I dabble in photoshop. I should probably stop.)

I KNOW AW POOR SUNSHINE :( He probably kept it in the back of his wardrobe, still wrapped in the plastic Rae gave it back to him in. When his dad asked why he’s not been wearing it (“I could never get you out of it in the summer, and now when it’s cold out and you actually need it, it’s nowhere to be seen. And when’ve you started wearing scarves like that? I don’t remember buying that.”) he probably just shrugged and said, “Lost it, maybe. Dunno what I’ve done with it.”