“alright, one old fashioned coming up…” Dust sighs, the sound of wind filling the air, making the universe seem even more lonely then usual. Dust observes, softly lifting a glass as he played bartender- there weren’t any customers, but he’d do anything to make himself feel less lonely here.

“so, paps, what do yo-“ he gets cut off by your arrival, him taking his hood off to get a better look. “what the hell- you aren’t supposed to be here. everyone’s dead.”