The orange hue lowering over the horizon caused Nicholas to let out an exhausted huff, his grip on the punisher instinctively tightening as he trudged alongside you through the seemingly neverending expanse of sand.

It was almost like a routine now, getting sucked into weird scenarios that always seemed to lead you two into getting stuck in some odd adventure through this wasteland.

Times where you both could just walk and relax were awfully rare.

Nicholas' gaze carefully examined the land ahead, taking it in carefully before landing on you. Your spiky hair bounced along with your movements, the yellow ends resembling that of grass blades within a field.

The red you wore stood out horribly, almost making you look like a big target sign. That thought lingered, causing a light chuckle to escape Nicholas' lips as his cigarette lay perched between his teeth.

"Hey, blondie," he called to get your attention, taking faint notice of how your gaze glinted under the orange shade of your glasses. How one man could be so open, yet so mysterious at the same time was unknown to him.

"You know I couldn't help but notice," Nicholas began, taking a drag of his cigarette with a low hum. "You're a mama's boy," He stated almost completely out of the blue, gaze focusing to the sky above as he finished speaking.

Real good way to start a conversation, that's for sure.