sawyer-white:
“Okay, sounds amazing,” Sawyer took the jar, and held it over the sand, hesitating. He tended to mess these things up. “Like this?”
“Go ahead, mate, pour it in,” he encouraged him. “I’ll get a bucket of water and save you if you catch fire, promise.” He doubted that this would happen, the sand would mostly likely just turn blue, or orange in the worst case.













