[center][h1]The Great Gus[/h1][/center]
[center][ Interacting with [@WhiteAngel25] ][/center]
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Gus grinned, the sarcasm rather obvious. As she questioned him about the old man, Gus's expression shifted, the charm fading into a more serious demeanor.

[color=gold]"Well, you see, the old man's been something of a mentor for quite a while. Taught me everything I know about this trade – the art of illusion, the finesse one's hands can have, and the secrets roaming around with the dregs. But the bastard's usually never gone for that long..."[/color] Gus's eyes betrayed a hint of concern beneath his usual carefree exterior.

Gus sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. [color=gold]"He's got this knack for leaving without a trace, but this time it feels different, you know? Usually, he leaves some cryptic message or a hidden clue, but this time, it's like he just vanished into thin air. I can't shake the feeling that something's not right."[/color] His eyes, usually gleaming with mischief, now held a touch of vulnerability.

[color=gold]"I owe him a lot, more than just the tricks of the trade. He took me in when no one else would, taught me how to survive. Losing him... it's like losing a piece of myself. If you guys can help me find him, I'd owe you more than just a few drinks. I'm not used to playing the concerned apprentice, but when it comes to the old man, I can't help but worry."[/color] Gus's gaze lingered on the coin in his hand, a small, sentimental artifact that symbolized the bond between him and his mysterious mentor.