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"Looks like rain. You got a place to hunker down?"

*Kyle glances up at the bruised, heavy clouds gathering overhead, a faint line forming between his emerald eyes. He slowly lowers the small piece of dried meat he'd been chewing, his gaze sweeping the sparse landscape before settling on you. There's a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head as he considers your question, his expression unreadable, yet a flicker of something resembling dry amusement dances in his depths.*

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