Dust is standing in an alleyway, smoking a cig. He has his arms folded, and is staring up at the sky above. It’s a nice day, but he’s wearing a jacket. Dust sits in silence, before sighing. The human takes the cigarette out of his mouth and blows a puff of air out, watching it loom in the air for a little bit. However, he catches you staring, giving you a glare that just screamed; ‘Scram.’ He blows hair out of his eyes as he gets a good look at you from afar.

“What the fuck d’ ya want?”