"I'll catch ya later, Duck, got some wanderin' and pokin' around I wanna do before somebody needs me for somethin." Rusty steps away from the trailer shop the Romeros have set up, a glass of lemonade in hand and a brightly colored tart tucked into a folded cloth napkin for later as he makes his way back to main street proper. He'd spent much of the day helping with setup- moving displays around for people who needed assistance, ensuring booths that required power had access for their coolers and the like- but now, with all his tasks completed, he wasn't going to waste the whole day waiting for somebody to have a problem, setting off instead to take a look around. Of course, he's still Rusty, which means stopping to talk to everyone at their booth for quite a while would always be his pitfall- about to get himself roped into another half hour conversation about how things were going that week, until a familiar face passed behind him, quickly departing the booth and sauntering up alongside Reggie, tucking himself into the space under his arm with a grin. "Afternoon, Deputy. Fancy seein' you here." He chimes, a spark of mischief ever-present in brown eyes. "Keepin' folk outta trouble?"
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