[ Truth be told, Dash's thoughts have been somewhat haunted by the encounter he so recently had while passing by a veritable stranger on the street. Something about it stuck in his head, despite the fact that it was a pretty simple interaction! He bumped into someone, they lost their coat in the process, Dash was there to help...
It has to happen a hundred times a day to people, right? So why is it stuck in Dash's head? For the last few hours, he's been distracted to the point where people working alongside him noticed and his boss insisted he go home. Even though the day has barely begun, it's obvious to everyone in the studio that Dash is just not completely with it. And therefore, not entirely ready to be productive.
Good thing, too, since it's not too long after he returns to his place that he hears someone at the door. He's still mulling over the coat incident when he wanders into the entryway and peers through the peephole, only to see...
His mysterious coat encounter! There he is! On the other side of the door.
But why? Dash is so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost forgets to open the door. As if by simply thinking about this problem, somehow it'll all make sense and this poor person won't be waiting on the other side. Maybe he thinks he'll develop telekinetic powers and magically transport his visitor inside. Thankfully, he doesn't get too wrapped up in that thought, and instead, does snap out of it long enough to open the door.
Of course, when he does, there's only one thing he can say: ] Uh. S-sorry, run that by me again, please? [ Dash, let your guest inside. You're being rude. ]
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It has to happen a hundred times a day to people, right? So why is it stuck in Dash's head? For the last few hours, he's been distracted to the point where people working alongside him noticed and his boss insisted he go home. Even though the day has barely begun, it's obvious to everyone in the studio that Dash is just not completely with it. And therefore, not entirely ready to be productive.
Good thing, too, since it's not too long after he returns to his place that he hears someone at the door. He's still mulling over the coat incident when he wanders into the entryway and peers through the peephole, only to see...
His mysterious coat encounter! There he is! On the other side of the door.
But why? Dash is so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost forgets to open the door. As if by simply thinking about this problem, somehow it'll all make sense and this poor person won't be waiting on the other side. Maybe he thinks he'll develop telekinetic powers and magically transport his visitor inside. Thankfully, he doesn't get too wrapped up in that thought, and instead, does snap out of it long enough to open the door.
Of course, when he does, there's only one thing he can say: ] Uh. S-sorry, run that by me again, please? [ Dash, let your guest inside. You're being rude. ]