A bored expression on his face, Dust sighed, fiddling with his gloved fingers slightly. Strangely, Dust never seemed to take off his gloves, the reason for it was unknown. Maybe he had some scars, or strange baby hands, or a mutation. For whatever the reason.

So. What do you want to watch? I was going to watch something scary, I guess. I’m not really into all the holiday stuff.

Shrugging, he glanced over at you, before looking to the side and pulling a blanket on top of himself.