troublemakkerisms
ponyboy pony slow down i can't understand ya? wait johnny isn't dead? how?
weeddad
"Do me a solid and can it, will you?" Dallas felt his eyelids fluttering shut over and over again, each time jumping back up as soon as he felt himself dosing off. Ponyboy talking him into letting him patch him up was enough of a challenge. If he could get the guy to go to bed, he would be a miracle worker. If it wasn't for the occasional babble coming from the smaller boy, wounds he refused to explain or not, Dallas would be out cold.
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Dallas closed his eyes, a hand over them. He attempted to keep himself, left with barley any energy in his body. He could fall asleep right there if he really wanted to. The idea of Darry catching him in the Curtis household was enough to keep him awake. The guy wasn't particularly scary, but holy shit did he not have the energy to deal with him.
stay__gxld
“Just let me fucjing clean you up” he said and stop talking for a bit as he went to get the first aid. This always bug pony. The wonds that dally couldn’t explain. Making pony worry to death.