[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GUFnMbU.png[/img] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/a97b75911644ccd12e4c56e79f49a1dd/tumblr_nq5aizgmrK1sqstgio6_250.gif[/img] [sub]Interacting With: Viv [@Altered Tundra], Marcy [@Write][/sub][/center] [color=6ecff6]"C'mon, baby, you know I love you too much to hit you. C'mere."[/color] Dallas let out a long sigh of relief and frustration, running his hands through thick, unruly blonde hair until the bangs fell along his forehead and eyes in tufts. They would serve to cushion his landing when he flopped face first, arms outstretched in a crucifix, onto the metal hood of his Subaru. The metal was warm against his cheek from the heat of the sun. Dal sighed again. [color=6ecff6]"Mmmmmm. I mean, maybe I would. But I hit you [i]because[/i] I love you."[/color] He laid there for a minute, face nuzzling the warm hood. The rage and color in his cheeks was slowly draining from his cheeks into to the vent scoops while he outstretched his legs and attempted to envelop the car in a long, protracted hug, face nuzzling the warming hood of his Japanese imports. [color=6ecff6][i]This is how Bekah feels...[/i][/color] His iPhone pinged; some voyeur was interrupting their moment. [color=6ecff6]"Leave us [i]al[b]oooooo[/b]ne.[/i]"[/color] It was, of course, Dal who had set text messages to notify him twice; he had no one to blame but himself when his phone pinged again. Honestly, some fucking people would never understand the love between a boy and his tuner. [right][b]Marcella Bonaparte[/b] [color=e03c31][i]Heyyyy, I just woke up and I’m honestly still a little dishevelled, but I should be good for some diner food if you’re still in?[/i][/color] [b]Dallas Relo[/b] [color=6ecff6][i]apollo cafe prettying up now see who wears the sexier welcome mat[/i][/color][/right] It was a little tradition between Dallas and Marcella to kick off the first week of classes with finding some little nook of campus and dining out together. Normally they reserved it for something before or after a party, some starchy diner food to soak up the booze followed by Marcy falling asleep on his chest in the Subaru before things could get too heated. For a girl who wanted to fuck so damn badly, Dal thought she would have learned to moderate herself a little on game night, but that kind of foresight would mean Marcy wasn't Marcy anymore. If she was already hitting him up for brunch, Jonas must have been trying to force everyone to eat clean back at home base. Fucking lunkhead. It was probably just how he calmed down, though. He had healthier means of expressing his rage than-- Dal's vision trailed up from the Subaru, towards the trail of torn off branches and kicked over benches --some other people he could have specified. [right][b]Dallas Relo[/b] [color=6ecff6][i]omw [s]On my way![/s] o m w[/i][/color][/right] Fucking autocorrect. Sometimes it made him want to spike his phone through the windshield. [i]Honestly.[/i] [hr] He had picked out a sunlit table for four in the Apollo Cafe, feet kicked up lazily on the chair opposite him and head tilted over the back of his seat. He had picked the spot in the cafe with the most natural light, finding it both a salve on his mood and good for his countenance. He felt like his face was glowing right now. Sparkling. Like a Twilight vampire after a trip to Sephora sparkling. The cafe wasn't particularly full, either, which Dal also found appealing. If Marcy was able to pick an outfit before judgment day, maybe they would even be able to bail before the next big rush. But she wasn't here yet, which could only mean that she was being held up with judging the souls from some terrorist attack - never went well for anyone - or she was still trying to decide what color most appealed to his libido. [color=6ecff6][i]Tough shit, dumbass. It's [b]razzmatazz.[/b][/i][/color] But with Marcy preoccupied with her Rocky Balboa pre-ciabatta montage, Dallas found himself dangerously bored and still riding the border between irritation and a total righteous crusade. He would need to vent the remaining bad vibes by talking to an equal and opposite source of good ones. Hm. The song on the radio changed over, from Arctic Monkeys to something by the Neon Trees he didn't think he'd heard in years. Maybe not since he was a virgin - no, after that. Since the first time he'd gotten drunk with Kelsey (that sounded right, actually! Had he already figured that out?) on campus. Would Kelse...y(???) pick up for him this early in the morning? Probably not after he was late to his own gig, [i]definitely[/i] not since he got blamed for the lesser demon that couldn't handle the booze. Maybe best to wait a day or two on Kelso. Hmmmmmmm. What airhead did he know that was that positive... What dumb sack of hugs and vibes and could possibly be awake and ready to cheer him up this morning... It wasn't a hard decision to make. He'd planned on texting her anyway. [right][b]Dallas Relo[/b] [color=6ecff6][i]good morrow, sis! i hope you learned a valuable lesson about why it's pointless to help people and why it will only make your life harder in the long run and how growing up past 22 turns you into a stupid shitheel who never listens to common sense. i'm almost at the turning point. grieve for me babe and have a good day! don't do anything/one that i wouldnt do. and definitely not anything/one i would[/i][/color][/right] He could picture her stomping her foot at him already. God, that little pipsqueak. For someone he hadn't grown up with in the slightest, he did love the hell out of her. A little. [right][b]Dallas Relo[/b] [color=6ecff6][i]You good? Out at breakfast rn But I can come by with something for your head if you need it. No nausea when you walk around or anything? Headbutts are no fucking joke. Neither are demons.[/i][/color][/right] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/btJyGYh.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/f8Xy1av.gif[/img] [sub]Interacting With: Bekah [@Krayzikk], Jonas (mentioned) [@HereComesTheSnow], Rhea and Marcy [@Write][/sub][/center] [color=9e0b0f]"Huh."[/color] Dana's mouth tugged into a faint grin at the familiar feeling of an embrace and a peck, tugging away from the daughter of Athena's grasp after a couple seconds. Her eyes, disguised behind the pair of glasses Rebekah wore for purely aesthetic reasons - which meant they were also Dana's for the taking and smizing - glinted with mischief as she turned to face her roommate. Face. Then everything else. Then face. Very professional. [color=9e0b0f]"You're going to need to be chic. Presentable. You're a con...[i]conquering[/i] hero."[/color] Dana's smile grew fuller, pleased with her grasp of the sentence. [color=9e0b0f]"Heroes can't show up anywhere in grandma sweaters. You are dressing for my big brother. Don't look like shit."[/color] To punctuate the point, Dana tossed the bra Bekah had discarded in a huff after their morning lecture back into her face. [color=9e0b0f]"Dooon't look like shit,"[/color] she repeated, a touch more emphatically. Not rude at all. Constructive and loving criticism of a girl whose beauty spoke for itself. [right][b]Dana Harada (KamiRanger Red)[/b] [i][color=9e0b0f]Oniichan Rhea Marcy see you soon! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Baka looks like shit[/color][/i][/right]