Dallas had been downstairs, talking to Buck. Meanwhile, you were upstairs, in his room. You had laid on his bed just about ten minutes ago from now, assuming his ass would be up here with you. Well, that assumption was clearly wrong, and you hadn’t heard any footsteps. Boredom struck you - extremely quickly, as you didn’t feel like marching downstairs and pulling his dumb self up with you, you’d just make a bunch of noises while you changed fully into his clothes. Of course, you’d worn some articles of his clothes before, you’d stay the night - or just stay over in general, and maybe your previous clothes were dirtied or something, so he’d toss you a clean shirt, his underwear, just random stuff. So, you being you, you threw on his brown jacket, jeans, and shoes. being as noisy as possible, your plan worked, and he stumbled his way up the stairs, only in some old jeans and shoes. The moment his eyes set on you, he froze for a second, and furrowed his brows in confusion, a smirk threatening to tug at the sides of his mouth. "What the hell are ya doing?" He looked utterly confused at the point of you fully wearing his clothes.