Dusty could see the man's uncertainty. He was a large man, covered and tattoos. Just an ol swamp brute, through and through. He never pretended otherwise. He always felt it was the ones that pretended most ought to watch out for.<br/><br/>"Ohh, dey don't bother me none." Dusty had a reputation for handling things when he needed to. In his younger years, he was argumentative and aggressive. A regular at the local pub, and a mean drunk. Always looking for a fight. Nowadays he only finished them when he needed to. Those that knew him prior to the fall of society didn't want to test the mans more amiable demeaner. Those that didn't know better learned the hard way.<br/><br/>"We come to an understanding not too long ago. We go waay back." There was no fondness to his words and there were reasons he lived out on his own.<br/><br/>"Das wha dey all tink," Dusty said in regards to the scrapyard. "Noting useful, but most da time, it have more dan any man ever need." He patted the old truck affectionately. It was an eyesore, but it was reliable.<br/><br/>"If dey don't have da tire, you make what dey do have work." For Dusty, welding a new fitting seemed the easiest approach if it was as he said. Always more solutions to a single problem. Better than trying to repair the slashed tire and it leaving him stranded somewhere even less hospitable, but the young man didn't need to heed his advice. He could do what he wished and Dusty would take him on through to Canal street. He shook the man's hand, his fingers dipping into scars over the top of his hand.<br/><br/>"You don't got no name? Now look whose being<i>crasse. </i>I take you<i>, etranje," </i>he agreed, regardless, dropping the subject of introductions. The man wheeled the bike over and Dusty helped him lift it into the back, positioning it so that it wouldn't be jostled around. Closing the bed of the truck took a forceful slam. He moved around to the driver's side door, moving the shotgun behind his seat before unlocking the passenger side. While he waited for the young man to get in, he lit a cigarette.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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