SMASH! A vase hits the wall and shatters into pieces, having narrowly missed your head where Dallas was actually aiming. You barely register his continued yelling... until you realize it's stopped. Dallas is looking at you with a blank stare, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes turned... pink? For a moment you check his pulse, finding it normal. You snap your fingers a few times; but Dallas doesn't respond. His gaze is still blank, but now it's... expectant. As if he's waiting for orders.
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