Very unfortunate: Daryl likes paintings of flowers, and Katharine Hepburn movies, and a diverse selection of music. Don't tell anyone, please. Focus on things like the vampires he's killed and not anything embarrassing.
The man wins a shift in expression out of him. Mildly offended over the accent. Not much of an actor, is he. (Ha ha. Haaa.)
"'Dunno. How good for my health is anything past the niceties, Fancy?"
Leveled with all the deadpan as everything else. Hearing his full name out of the man tempts his nerves— he could have gotten it from a few places at this point, though. Doesn't mean he plucked it straight out of his head, though Daryl gives himself an internal shake, refusing to just shrug off the possibility because it makes him squirm. Even at the height of his cooperation, Clive (i am making up npc names as i go idk i'll have to write this down somewhere) was modest about what all he could do. Things were kept pocketed until they were used against them, and to this day, Daryl isn't sure what the whole picture was, and hasn't found a better source of information.
no subject
The man wins a shift in expression out of him. Mildly offended over the accent. Not much of an actor, is he. (Ha ha. Haaa.)
"'Dunno. How good for my health is anything past the niceties, Fancy?"
Leveled with all the deadpan as everything else. Hearing his full name out of the man tempts his nerves— he could have gotten it from a few places at this point, though. Doesn't mean he plucked it straight out of his head, though Daryl gives himself an internal shake, refusing to just shrug off the possibility because it makes him squirm. Even at the height of his cooperation, Clive (i am making up npc names as i go idk i'll have to write this down somewhere) was modest about what all he could do. Things were kept pocketed until they were used against them, and to this day, Daryl isn't sure what the whole picture was, and hasn't found a better source of information.
The nerve gambit fails. Daryl remains steady.