Dustin put the pin back in place and slid the weapon into his large side pants pocket. He looked at him. "It is for my bro-friend." He said simply. He wasnt sure how safe he felt with an older male standing near him. He was tense but not noticably. He looked to what Hund was using. "I want to learn about what Hund is using. I don't know anything about it." He said softly. Listening to him speak. Shaking his head. "I'm not that good. Learned what I do know by trial and error. I just make what my head maps out. How it maps it out." He said in a soft voice. "I don't know...I'm..." He heard that he wouldn't allow people to give him shit either. Looking down. That was the story of his life. He looked to Hund. Wondering what Hund thought of Hanez. Hund seemed to like him. He seemed to think he was a good guy. Was he? He looked back to Hanez. "I guess I could do it..." He said hesitantly. He wasn't sure he was good enough. He had always been told he would never be good at anything. So even the stuff he did amazing he believed he was average at best. "I'm going over to my bro friend now." He said. Walking over to Hund and helped him clean up. "Ready?" He asked. Pulling the weapon out of his pocket. "Made it for you bro." He set it in his hands. "It is a three in one. Projectle, handheld...and whip thing." He showed him all about it and how to use it. He smiled a bit at Hund.