Almost Let Go
He wasn't over dillon yet. the wolf gritted his teeth. he wanted to growl, or howl, but it was late and people were sleeping, his roommate marty in particular.
Adding X's
Some decided to write dillon off as little more than a chowhound gone mad with the freedoms of college, and that did hurt dillon to a point.
Some Sort of Context
The breakup with dillon had been worse. but he didn't have to say that. the canine folded his paws, tentative; both of them felt the meeting drawing to a close. "so, then... are we... friends again?"
Over Drinks
Come to think of it, eight months of relative chastity and several of dillon being... dillon... before that might have something to do with his tanking confidence.
Classic Rock Club Prologue
"dillon! have you unpacked yet?" my mother's voice carried with it a certain accusation, though i didn't blame her. i was often wont to shirk what i was supposed to be doing to do... well anything else, really. but this was different.
Dillon's torture
After some more 15 seconds cool let go of dillon, dillon fell onto the ground unconscious.
Obamon Meal 10
After pummeling dillon around the ring for several minutes he warped to the center of the field lightening fast and spiked dillon straight up to the ceiling where he beat him to in the blink of an eye with an aura sphere well in hand.
Anywhere
dillon says thinly to no one in particular, standing back up and sniffing the air "could be trauma from the actual impact." "time of death?" i ask, reassured by dillon confirming what i thought. "no clue. can't take their temperature.
He who Captured a Tainted Blade
dillon countered. "kris..." ~ don't ignore me anthony, please... ~ "wish... then get back, your right vix, and i'm sorry it's just that he's the one who blinded you." the teen muttered, "stage is yours." "water gun queen," dillon cackled.
The Hotline
Not like dillon. not like wallace. not like todd. he hoped jonathon would give him the chance. thinking about the raccoon still disturbed a cloud of butterflies in his stomach. and a cloud of hormones in his...
Phantom Chronicles Chapter 9
"di-dillon pa-patterson si-sir..." he squeaked out timidly as grandpa gave him a thoughtful but penetrating look.
The Creed: The Grand Preamble
Take this," dillon said, thrusting a sata to usb 3.0 cable and an ssd into my hands. "and get on with it!" with that dillon patted me on the back and sent me off.