CHRIST ON A CRUTCH ☆ joining

[dallas.]

Being cared for in any way was... odd, to Dally, to say the least. He had been cared for somewhat in the gang, sure, but he had mostly shrugged that care off, figuring he was undeserving of such sweet attention from anyone. No, the last time he could remember truly feeling cared about and not feeling guilty about it was... well, it was before his Mom died. He had been so young then, and so innocent and full of hope. Looking back, he wasn't sure if he missed those days, or was just ashamed of himself for being so naive and feeling like the good times could last forever. Either way, it was almost uncanny how much Adelaide managed to remind the canine of his Mother, and she already honestly had a way of getting under his skin with her words. When she spoke of the town and the people who resided within it, Dallas blinked before letting out a soft snort, shaking his head a bit. He barked as he glanced around, his gaze almost daring anyone to step forward and try to pick a fight with him – even though they'd very likely win, given his scrawny state, "Hmm... well, don't worry, if I end up runnin' into any of the asshole ones, I'll be sure ta teach 'em a lesson they won't forget." He shot a crooked smile back at the maned wolf, his nearly pure white tail wagging a little bit just at the prospect of an exciting fight. However, his usual hotheaded nature was once again subdued when Adelaide stepped up beside him, giving that already uncomfortably usual feeling of his Mother watching over his shoulder. He blinked slowly at her for a moment, clearly hesitating, before he barked softly, I'll... uh, I'll think about it, okay? I guess... f'now, stayin' with ya wouldn't be that bad. I mean, just until I can find a place've my own." Okay, so maybe he was making up a bit of an excuse just to stay with Ade because she was comforting. Whatever, it wasn't as if he would never leave. It was just... temporary. All of this was just temporary.

As if being able to hear his thoughts, on cue stepped someone new out of the crowd, evidently intent on introducing herself... or at least grilling him about himself. Sam didn't exactly... look great. And yes, Dallas was hardly in a space to talk about how others looked when he was barely subsisting off of what little meat and muscle was still on his bones, but he just couldn't help it. She looked sick, and tired, and pretty much like she was just dragging herself around. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that she was some odd hybrid of creatures that made Dal pause and stare for a moment. She had strange little deer legs that were obviously too scrawny at the moment, not to mention the unnaturally colored little horns... Dallas tried not to make it too obvious that he was utterly confused by what she was, but he had never really been the most polite or subtle person. Thankfully for the canine, Sam decided to speak as she plopped down into a sitting position, her voice gruff and to the point, and Dallas wasn't sure if that was specifically because of him, or just how she usually talked. Upon hearing her question, Dal opened and closed his mouth, caught a little off guard. He didn't plan on staying, since he didn't really think he deserved what seemed to be the kindness, compassion, and hospitality of this place, but also seemed pretty damn rude to just come strolling in and tell them he planned to eat their food and then fuck off. So instead, he just nodded his fluffy head, barking as he pawed at the ground below him, "Er... yeah, I guess I'm plannin' on stayin' here. I'm Dallaslights, but y'can just call me Dallas, it's much simpler... or Dally, but m'friends call me Dally." He wasn't actually trying to be rude with that little particular jab, he just didn't really consider people he had just met to be friends. He was pretty sure only people like Adelaide could do that.