Dallas knows people get confused when they learn he's taking a computer science course. He's learned to stop caring. He likes it and he's pretty damn good at it too. And that's all that should matter really. But in moments like this? When his teacher is explaining codes he just can't wrap his head around and his focus zones in and out without control? Yeah, he starts thinking maybe those people were right.(And it reminds him that though he's doing exceptionally well in the course he's still not advanced enough to make the freaking revolutionarygame he and Rookie thought of)
He vaguely registers the word 'robot' and his attention is captured once again
This is the wrost thing I've ever written yet I don't think I can find a fuck to give. No feedback can be a real buzzkill. This fic/challenge is on hiatus