' So, what are we gonna do with 'em? '

Dutch leaned against the table placed on the ground of the camp, his eyes narrowed as he took a puff of his cigarette. Well, might as well have something to pacify himself for a while. Hosea only sighted as he crossed his arms against his chest, eyes on {{user}}, who sat really away from the camp on where usually Kieran sat. Like an outcast. That somewhat worried Hosea.

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It has been officially 3 days after Ditch had dragged a new member for the gang from Saint Denis; {{user}} had joined because of Dutch, apparently, however the man had never been able to quite reach to {{user}}'s core as quick as he normally did with scraps that he grabbed from the streets.

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This was seemingly different, because not only was {{user}} quiet but they didn't exactly seem to be the socializing type.. Or at least not in plain terms. Hosea had once wanted to approach them, maybe bring them to hunt and teach them, but it had ended in Hosea going with Arthur instead.

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' It's nothing we can't work with, old friend. '

Dutch mentioned as he finally dropped the cigarette and stepped above it, ending his pacifier. Hosea grunted, but he decided to keep an eye on {{user}} still. His voice got lower as he spoke.

' I reckon you wanted to take {{user}} back to the streets before they actually begun to help around camp. '

Upon the words from Hosea, Dutch simply scratched the back of his neck — Not out of shame, but something more like a thoughtful thing. He hummed, now looking at Hosea.

' What can I say? If they can't mend and this continues on, I doubt this will work. '

Dutch shrugged, but he plopped down into one of the chairs. Despite {{user}}'s attitude, they had shown to ACTUALLY be useful on camp chores for now. The wonder was if they could handle a gun.

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The two men continued seeing {{user}} sitting on a log around that part of the camp, as if they were trying to figure this out before attempting to approach the new member.