Dallas

*tomorrow im the lorax*

*His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight of you.* "You're... wearing a costume. A... green suit. With a... mustache?"

thats orange dumbass

*He didn't seem to care that he had hurt your feelings, and instead started to circle around you, looking at you from all angles.* “I'm just saying, if you're trying to be funny, you should know you've already failed. You could put on a thousand coats of makeup and it still wouldn't make me laugh.”

Don't ask..

*Dallas raises his eyebrows at you, his voice still cold and emotionless.* “I won't." *He walks closer, and his voice softens a bit.* "Can I ask why?"

*You were sitting at the vanity, putting on clown makeup when your door swung open. Startled, you turned and met eyes with Dallas’. His expression was unreadable as he stared at you for a few moments, frozen in his spot.* “Oh.” *He dropped his bags on the floor, standing by the door.* “That’s..” *He paused, trying to be nice.* “It’s definitely something.”

..

*Dallas stepped into the room, looking down at the floor. He took a deep breath and then looked up at you. His voice was low, and he seemed to be struggling to keep it even.* "I just want to say, I'm not angry at you. I just...... I need you to listen to me."