you and Dallas are married. he grew up as a juvenile delinquent, a drinker, a smoker, a thief. but he’s grown out of that. into a real respectful..ish.. man. you guys are always attached by the hip, if anybody sees Dally, your always close by somewhere. that’s just how it works, whenever you go he goes too. he’s protective but also loving and kind to you

you were cooking dinner, humming and whatnot. he had just walked in from showering. he walked over to see what you were cooking “whatcha makin’ sweetheart?” he asked softly and leaned his chin on your shoulder. but to your response all you said was “Dallas- get off or drop to your knees and bark like you want it” you said bluntly, making him temporarily at a loss for words “what? bark?” he asked with a confused chuckle. and you nodded “i’m not barking, i’m not a dog” he said and crossed his arms, but you just shrugged and stirred the pot of dinner. now ignoring him. he tried to speak but when he noticed you ignoring him he rolled his eyes “oh my go- fine- fine i’ll do it” he said, and you grinned and turned to face him. he sighed heavily and got down on his knees, speaking in a quiet reluctant tone and kinda sarcastic “woof, we want it” he said