[Tucker's not usually in the business of putting himself in danger, but a dust storm isn't nearly as bad as some of the stuff he's willingly walked into. As much as he can, he's been staying inside with his stash of meat and water, but eventually, he gets sick of being stuck. He gears up and ventures out.
Aaaaand immediately regrets it.
He can't smell anything, his jacket is only keeping out some of the sand, and his old-shirts-and-sunglasses combo is only mostly helping. This sucks. With his cloak on, he's kind of invisible though, so that's neat.
As he's preparing to turn back and head for home, he suddenly notices something- someone rolling past him across the sand. Without thinking, he darts forward, snatching whatever limb or piece of clothing he reaches first, hoping to stop this poor tiny creature from slamming into a building or something.]
storm! option one lol (TAKE TWO THANKS DW)
Aaaaand immediately regrets it.
He can't smell anything, his jacket is only keeping out some of the sand, and his old-shirts-and-sunglasses combo is only mostly helping. This sucks. With his cloak on, he's kind of invisible though, so that's neat.
As he's preparing to turn back and head for home, he suddenly notices something- someone rolling past him across the sand. Without thinking, he darts forward, snatching whatever limb or piece of clothing he reaches first, hoping to stop this poor tiny creature from slamming into a building or something.]
Hey, whoa! You good bro?