closed for: @trcvis
where: coral cottage b&b
Given how little of his possessions he was still in possession of, the missile he made of a pair of balled up socks was a necessary sacrifice to his cause as he launched it squarely at the back of Travis' square shaped head where it craned outside the door to their -- just Travis', technically -- room.
"Can you stop checking that door."
They needed to appear as less sus as possible and his roommates anxious checking of the hallway was only making it seem like the opposite. The fire at Ocean Crest had caused a spillover of temporarily homeless residents, the two of them included. Despite how much it sucked to find himself in such an unsure situation, he was still grateful that Travis had been unharmed in the chaos.
He was the only thing in their shared space Dallas truly valued.
With one leg stretched out on the bed and the other half dangling from it, he piped up with what he hoped was a distraction.
"Did I tell you it was my birthday last week? Not exactly sure when, but at some point. This isn't how I pictured twenty-eight."