hunt.

gareth hunt. apocalypse rp.

reaching up to itch at his beard. "when did y'last see him?"

a small huff, looking on down at her. "he dead or somethin'?" real on the nose, gareth. real on the nose.

a slight wrinkle of his nose, eyeing her some. "thinkin' 'bout what?" slightly raising a brow, now. he is nosy.

a shrug of his own, arms shifting to fold across his chest. "eh. . . humans are overrated. hah." a small shrug, he does notice her expression shifting. "what's wrong?"

an amused huff from the man, eyeing her some. "you're so. . . happy. why's that?"

his hands sink into his pockets, before giving a few nods of his own. she means no harm, probably. "gareth. nice t'meet you." eyeing her up and down for a moment, offering a slight, but forced smile.

a wry, but subtle smile. he speaks up some. "dry, hot. . . i guess. pretty shitty all in all." he offers a small shrug.

she has a pretty smile.

reaching up to scratch at his beard. it looks like he hasn't shaved for a good few weeks. "new mexico. before, y'know. . ." a small nod.

looking at the hand he just used, before wiping it on his pants. "where y'from?"

clenching his jaw for a moment, before begrudgingly reaching up to rub at the dirt. ". . .thanks."

slowly raising a brow.

staring back.

#apocalypserp #twdrp #tlourp