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Thrown Squirrel 3 : Daryl : Lonely Thanksgiving [In person]
[Since it's too cold to be outside, Teen!Daryl's sat in the kitchen, sulking. He would have thought Merle would have arrived by now, take him out of this stupid place and take him back (not that their house was anywhere near as nice as the Manor, but hey, home's home)
But he hadn't. Although he 'knew' it wasn't his brothers fault that he wasn't with him, Daryl still felt abandoned. When would he be allowed to leave..? Thanksgiving, in all honesty, wasn't much different from any other day in the Dixon household - it was still like walking on eggshells - but it was a holiday. That usually meant Merle stayed sober (or home. Or just generally not intoxicated.) long enough to spend some time with his brother. Not this year, evidently.
So, for anyone who happens by, they'll see a thin teenage boy, slouched at the table, taking chips of wood out of the table with a pocket knife.]
But he hadn't. Although he 'knew' it wasn't his brothers fault that he wasn't with him, Daryl still felt abandoned. When would he be allowed to leave..? Thanksgiving, in all honesty, wasn't much different from any other day in the Dixon household - it was still like walking on eggshells - but it was a holiday. That usually meant Merle stayed sober (or home. Or just generally not intoxicated.) long enough to spend some time with his brother. Not this year, evidently.
So, for anyone who happens by, they'll see a thin teenage boy, slouched at the table, taking chips of wood out of the table with a pocket knife.]
I have way too much fun with these two.
*Heiji had been reexploring the manor. It's been near ten years since he'd last seen it, and as far as he could remember everything looked the same. Though the people were different. No surprise there.
He felt a lot better than he did they day before. The bullet was out of his arm and both of his wounds were bandaged tightly, and he even got some new clothes. Even if the shirt was a little tight on him.
He passes the kitchen, apparently where everyone seems to be ending up, and pauses to watch the boy for a few moments. Smirking, the man enters, moving on autopilot to hunt down a couple sodas, Daryl is free to notice the handgun tucked into the back of his jeans, and finally he sets one down in front of him*
Here, it ain't weather appropriate, but ya look like ya could use some caffeine.
/fist bump ♥
When the soda's put down in front of him, he pauses, and looks up at Heiji properly]
...thanks
[He doesn't smile, but he does take the can and open it pretty quick]
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*nods as he opens his own and takes a drink. He doesn't recognize the kid, so he probably showed up after Heiji had left the manor, or he was affected by the current event as well. He certainly doesn't remember the loud-mouthed man Daryl is usually.*
Ya know, that ain't good for such a nice table.
*despite the words, his tone is far from scolding, and he doesn't even look like he's going to stop him as he sits down*
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S'jus' a table..
[As far as he's concerned, 'the Author' and everything that goes with her can go to hell - this table included >:(
He pauses as the older guy sits down, eyeing him cautiously, before taking another drink, and speaking suddenly]
Why you got a gun anyway?