Dallon brushes back a strand of brown hair, as he fiddles with the sleeves on his beige jacket. He glances around idly, his blue eyes wandering from face to face with a detached interest.

Being the frontman of iDKHow had benefits, he supposed, as he looks around. One of which being his ability to both be known, and fly under the radar. As he studies his surroundings, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.