There's a loud clattering noise from one of the nearby buildings. Well, more accurately, between them - in a small alleyway, ancient alien trash being reclaimed by the wild vegetation, Dustin is doing something that he's refined into an art:
Dumpster diving.
The Temban equivalent of a dumpster was probably more high-tech when the city was in working order. Now, after what might be several hundreds or thousands of years of neglect, they operated the same way Dustin was used to. He'd identified one that might even still have trash in it and had propped the lid open with a sturdy-looking branch, then further secured it with a vine from the same tree he'd stolen the limb from. He's just now climbing back out as Harry passes by.
Dustin freezes mid-vault as he catches sight of him. He does a quick visual assessment. Harry appears younger than him, but not by much. Slight, glasses. Has a weapon - wait, no, just a stick. Probably not a threat. Weird clothes. Not that Dustin looks any less interesting; he's short for his age, making up for his height with a mop of fluffy brown hair and his small frame with several layers of ragged-looking sweaters. Hours of skulking through the city has left them dirty and matted with perspiration. The old trash is honestly so desiccated that it isn't contributing that much to the look.
He locks eyes with Harry from across the street, still frozen in place. No illusions of being noticed - now he's just waiting to see what the other kid does about it.
Arrival
Dumpster diving.
The Temban equivalent of a dumpster was probably more high-tech when the city was in working order. Now, after what might be several hundreds or thousands of years of neglect, they operated the same way Dustin was used to. He'd identified one that might even still have trash in it and had propped the lid open with a sturdy-looking branch, then further secured it with a vine from the same tree he'd stolen the limb from. He's just now climbing back out as Harry passes by.
Dustin freezes mid-vault as he catches sight of him. He does a quick visual assessment. Harry appears younger than him, but not by much. Slight, glasses. Has a weapon - wait, no, just a stick. Probably not a threat. Weird clothes. Not that Dustin looks any less interesting; he's short for his age, making up for his height with a mop of fluffy brown hair and his small frame with several layers of ragged-looking sweaters. Hours of skulking through the city has left them dirty and matted with perspiration. The old trash is honestly so desiccated that it isn't contributing that much to the look.
He locks eyes with Harry from across the street, still frozen in place. No illusions of being noticed - now he's just waiting to see what the other kid does about it.