He had heard the sirens and seen the footage on TV; what was happening?! Duster had grabbed his jacket and gotten an excuse from work before rushing towards the school, angrily trying to fight his way through the crowd, but only to be stopped by the cops who barricaded the area. "Luke!?" He cried out in fear. [dasutah]
Luke had been attempting to pull Fuel through the crowd, having been stopped and interrogated constantly by authorities. He refused any medical attention, having claimed that both he and Fuel were perfectly okay. The plan he had was to run straight home– but he heard a faint voice calling out for him amongst the other voices and sirens.
He craned his neck around, looking for a familiar face– and once he spotted him, he waved his free hand to him.
“Duster– Duster!” He cried out, dragging Fuel behind him. Once he was close enough to Duster, he released Fuel’s hand and threw his arms around the man’s waist. “W-we’re okay…!”



















