[center][color=6ecff6][h3]Dallas Relo[/h3][/color]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/JnasFyr.jpg[/img]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Phys Ed
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Rozalie Éathliel [@MiddleEarthRoze][/center]

[color=6ecff6]"Wooooo girl, careful what you say. We're still within earshot of Jonas Highwind, the sultan of squats. The deacon of the deadlift. The baron of the bench. The evangelical of exhaustion, the architect of physical exertion, I could keep going if I gotta."[/color] Dallas sat up, deigning to zip up his hoodie about halfway up his chest. His phone tumbled down his front and he scooped it up with his left hand, pocketing it briefly. He was grinning; he had stumbled upon a reason to talk, and as was his wont, he would ride that motherfucking reason into the ground like Slim Pickens straddling a nuke. 

[color=6ecff6]"Once I was just a normal young buck who put more work into the perfect quiff than he did the rest of his body combined. They were happy days, Roze. [i]Innocent[/i] days. Then idiot me went and made a son of goddamn Ares my wingman, and I found myself getting dragged here for physical [i]re-[/i]education. Used to trudge back to my dorm exhausted, looking like one of those ASPCA puppies. And eventually, I kinda got into it. Cheating by using music helped. Sometimes I'd hold the door to the gym open for a quick ray of sunshine. Worked even better than fucking Gatorade."[/color]

Dallas held his arms out and then gripped both sides of his neck with his hands, squeezing out a couple kinks. Jeez, what was the time? Was he already that close to leaving the one place in this school he felt thoroughly interested in doing shit that wasn't on his own terms? Or maybe that was why he [i]did[/i] like Phys Ed. Older students, like him and Jonas, could do [i]anything[/i] on their terms. The other classes should...[color=6ecff6][i]haha[/i].[/color]..take notes.

[color=6ecff6]"Long story short, I adapted, I enjoy it, and now I can feel comfortable with my own six-pack without Stone Cold back there going full on '[i]abs don't count if you're skinny, Dal[/i]' in my ear every [b][i]fucking class![/i][/b]" [/color]He'd raised his voice and inclined his head to the right to scream at Jonas. Lowering his voice to its soft, lazy tone again, he turned back to the younger girl and plopped back down onto his elbows, smile returned. [color=6ecff6]"And if a little Hells Bells is what fires up that impulse for you, then I want that for you. Truly. Genuinely. I do."[/color]