closed for: @trcvis
where: trallas hq (their ocean crest apartment)
Dallas took a step back and looked around the living area, trying to see if anything dangerous or potentially dangerous jumped out at him. He had moved the hard spirits to the top shelf in the kitchen cabinet, anything sharp was also out of reach and he had taken it upon himself to fix the window restrictor that he had been saying he would take a look at for two weeks. It seemed like he had covered all bases, but he wasn't sure.
When his roommate emerged, he seized the opportunity.
"Yo, Trav man. Your mind sometimes reminds me of a five year olds, so I need you to engage that brain and look around here and tell me if you see anything laying around that you could injure yourself with."
He was an hour away from the first time he would be watching his son solo in their shared apartment and he was skirting on the verge of freaking out about it but doing his best to keep that under-wraps.
