Dallas ran his hand through his curly brown hair. He was down in his basement, straining his vision by a dusty desklamp. There was a small contraption on his desk, spinning circles around a pile of tools. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, grabbed the small malfunctioning toy and threw it against the wall. Then, it immediatly shattered into a million pieces and fell to the ground.
Dallas gasped suddenly, blinked his green eyes, and hung his head in shame. He began to feel bad that he broke the small toy. He was after all, a very sympathetic man. He walked towards the wall, gathered the pieces, and decided that he needed to get a breath of fresh air. He set the pieces on his desk, and walked up the stairs of his basement into the upper level of his house, and through the living room, and through the front door.
Once outside, Dallas squinted his eyes. But how...? He thought, it was dark outside when he went into the basement and began to work on his toy. But then again, he often times found himself losing track of the time when he was working on toys, and since his basement had a bathroom and a fridge, it wasn't hard for him to go for days, working on his toys.
One would think that a 30-year-old man that lived his days alone and spent most of his time in his basement would be frail and unhealthy. But Dallas was anything but. Dallas was tall, and broad-shouldered. He may've been pale and fairly thin, but he was fairly muscular. And often times, when he went out many women would give him looks, but he wasn't interested in romance at the moment. He was looking to sell his toys. That was all he wanted.
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Ah Dallas..
Something tells me other people should love you as much as I do.. XD
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