Ruby. ruby are you there. no im not

M/17/5’8. He’s pretty much a traditional foilcap with a whole mountain of conspiracy theories. He’s prone to sleeping at odd hours, odd places and in odd positions. His bed is rarely unmade and is starting to collect a fine layer of dust. He’s jittery due to an overconsumption of caffeine and could probably stand to gain a few pounds, but he doesn’t have time to eat or sleep when there are aliens listening. They could be recording his dreams, you know!!!! So instead of sleeping he spends his time building complicated radio devices (they rarely work, but let him dream). One day he swears that the invasion will come and everyone is going to be thankful for his amazing inventions that are usually made of whatever old scrapped electronics the nice old man at the dump. He doesn’t have time for things like brushing hair or wearing matching socks or anything like that, so he usually just looks like a disheveled mess of mismatched clothes beneath a messy mop of curly hair.