dirtyredneck: (Angry (14))
Daryl Dixon ([personal profile] dirtyredneck) wrote in [community profile] etcelsior 2016-04-27 06:37 pm (UTC)

Daryl's eyes darted between the man and the crowd as he corralled them and got them to head off with such east. It was almost enough to be envious of. But it still didn't make him like the guy. Man was a self-congratulating prick.

At the question and the renewed attempt at conversation, Daryl's glare came back full force, though he obviously still felt some disquiet from the interrupted confrontation. All the people watching them. Watching him. Their expectation and curiosity, he could feel their eyes on him from all angle and he didn't like it one bit.

"None'a your business," he grumbled, voice low and further betraying his discomfort. A pause for breath before he curled his lip and turned around to walk off, lifting a middle finger up over his shoulder as his 'goodbye'. The son of a bitch wasn't worth it right now. He'd find someone else that knew where Carl or Enid was.

Unknown, and unseen by him, the wings on the back of his vest flexed a bit, like they were trying to break free of the leather and cloth. A couple feathers even fluttered down and away in his wake.

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