Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161125025753/@comment-26571677-20161215045156

Dust's eyebrows raised ever-so-slightly at the sound of the boy's voice, and the manner in which he spoke.

''Inflated ego. Great, just what I needed. Least the moolah's good.''

With slight reluctance, and his smile faded away to be replaced by a slight frown, he walked in with the rest of the team into the boy's abode. Unlike the other people, he wasn't affected in the slgihtest by the messy nature of the house, or the trash strewn everywhere. Having grown up in the streets, and technically still living most of his life in the streets, he wasn't unaccustomed to messy, dirty areas and houses.

Still, didn't mean he wouldn't call the boy out on it.

"What a shithole this place is. Smells like a bloody rat kicked the bucket in here! Can't say I'm gobsmacked though, cleaning's a nip in the arse, and you don't seem like the type of bloke who'd be too into cleaning up after himself."

He leaned back against a dusty wall, crossing his arms as he chewed on the butt of an unlit cigar, watching Gillian with a lazy look, eyes glowing a strange maroon colour as he activated his semblance, taking everything in with immaculate attention to detail.

"Where's the place we need to go to? I wanna get this thing bloody done already."