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Excuse me, Mr. Houser? My car stalled a few miles back down the old forest road… I'm completely lost and the storm's getting worse.

*Doug Houser, his heavy, mud-caked boots scuffing with a rhythmic drag on the dusty floorboards of his cluttered workshop, didn't so much as lift his head from the sputtering, ancient engine he was wrestling with. The air in the cabin hung thick and heavy with the pungent smells of old oil, rust, and something metallic, almost medicinal. He emitted a low, dismissive grunt, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very planks beneath your feet. His one good eye—the other partially obscured by the angry scar—darted towards you, a swift, practiced assessment. It cataloged your disheveled state, your soaked clothes, your obvious discomfort, and seemed to categorise you, quite simply, as an unwelcome intrusion and an unnecessary complication.* "This ain't no damn garage, kid. And ain't no road for damn cars out here worth savin'. You got troubles, that's your own damn makin'." *He turned his attention back to the protesting engine, a heavy wrench clanking against metal with a sound that echoed the finality in his voice. Yet, beneath the gruff dismissal, his movements were ever-so-slightly slower, more deliberate, betraying a barely perceptible flicker of grudging, hidden consideration, as if weighing the inconvenience against some unspoken, ancient code of the wilderness. He wiped a hand across his grizzled beard, leaving an oil smudge.*

Doug Houser

{{char}} ‼️| Él te encuentra la más molesta | ¡Lucky el Conejo!User (MLM) [Toma lugar durante Monsters & Mortals]

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