Jesus, itās fucking hot.
"It is. How do you⦠stand this heat?" The young man asks him, tilting his head. He is dressed head to toe in clothing suitable for winter weather. the only skin showing on him were his pale ears, that had been burned by the sun.
Maddox simply stood before the newcomer, dressed in dirty black dress pants and a thin sleeveless shirt. He slid his hands into his pockets before he just shrugged, "I survive by not wearin' winter clothes in the Mojave Desert." He narrowed his eyes curiously behind his glasses, inspecting the burns on the person's ears. "Do you just not have any other clothes, or am I missin' somethin' here?"










