Archer sat on a couch in the common room, enjoying the emptiness of it and doodling away in his sketch book, listening to his music. He liked getting the room to himself. He wasn't forced to make conversation with anyone. In habitual caution, he pushed up his sunglasses to hide his eyes. He hated that red color and cursed his mother daily for giving him the stupid albinism. You get what you get though.
Archer looked up from his sketch book briefly to see someone walking toward his couch. Great
"I can move if you'd like to sit here" Archer stated flatly, in an attempt to avoid conversation, but in the back of his mind he knew that wasn't about to happen.