[center][color=6ecff6][h3]Dallas Relo[/h3][/color]
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/JnasFyr.jpg[/img]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Some bright, temperate version of hell where it's cool to wake kids up at 8:30
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone [@Altered Tundra], Rozalia Eathliel [@MiddleEarthRoze][/center]

[color=6ecff6]"POWE[i]EEEEEEEEEER MAN[/i][b]AGEMENT![/b]"[/color] Even on a relatively calm day, with mild temperatures and plenty of sunlight, Dallas Relo still moved like he was always one step away from dancing right into a storm. It was a boxer's kind of dance, the frantic footwork and loud confidence that only people who thought all the world was a stage could own without seeming high on themselves. His hands were both wrapped around the sleeves of a pullover hooded henley, slung over his neck like a towel and draping over a plain white t-shirt. His face turned to Vivian and lit up with a wide grin; dark golden eyebrows rose from behind the shrouded lenses of a pair of Oakleys. [color=6ecff6]"And [i]what[/i] a damn day for it. Hey, babe."[/color]

When he'd sauntered close enough to his kid sister, he bowed forward to kiss the tip of Vivian's nose with an exaggerated [color=6ecff6][i]mwwwwwwww-AH[/i][/color] and whipped his sunglasses off with a flourish. The frames quickly found themselves being tucked behind Vivian's hair and under her ears. Her big brother stepped back with a flourish and gripped the sleeves of his unworn hoodie, pulling closed fists into his pockets and grinning. His smile gleamed as the morning picked up energy and the sun drew further into the bright, cloudless sky. 

[color=6ecff6]"So! Who's about ready to crawl into the bathtub and drop a radio in the water for the chance to sleep a while longer?"[/color] Dallas asked. Despite his profession of exhaustion, it was clear his powers were already doing the waking up for his body; his stance veered, bipolar, between tense and relaxed, like a live wire when you quickly flipped a light switch. [color=6ecff6]"Because I'm about ready to [i]kill myself here[/i]. Sleep is [i]already[/i] the cousin of death, but we're all half fucking Greek. They've gotta be, like, half-sisters. Who've committed incest. Right? I Snapchat through Greek Myths, someone correct me if I'm wrong here."[/color]