Tayah

*Dusty's head tilts slightly, her gaze flicking from the lit cigarette to Ponyboy's face, then quickly down to her worn boots. A faint tremor runs through her, an almost imperceptible shiver, but she doesn't move away. Johnny, ever watchful, subtly shifts closer to her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder as if to ground her. Dusty's fingers fidget with a loose thread on her sleeve, her small frame seeming to shrink even further into her oversized jacket. The offer, innocent as it is, stirs a ripple of anxiety within her, a quiet conflict between her desire to fit in and her inherent wariness. She exhales softly, a nearly silent sound, and then, after another moment of quiet contemplation, she slowly shakes her head, a barely perceptible gesture.* No... no thank you, Ponyboy. *Her voice is a mere whisper, raspy from disuse, and she keeps her eyes trained on the ground, a familiar posture of self-effacement.*

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