𝚁𝚄𝙱𝙸 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇;

[dadyl]

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Daryl Dixon, 53

It's Daryl, say what you gotta say.

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[dadyl]

Keep talking. What's on the table?

[unorthodoc]

[ Danny. ]

How do you feel about matchsticks?

[dadyl]

Guess we can trust each other with those.

[ They can bet Danny some other time. Once things escalate. ]

[unorthodoc]

You don't trust your fellow men? We're all brothers around thta table.

[dadyl]

We might be something but it ain't brothers.

[ Don't make him think about all the things they've done and watched each other do that he'd never have done with his brothers, blood-related or not. ]

Who all's playing?

[unorthodoc]

You, me, Jim Hopper, Terry, John and Doc Strange. Afterwards we can probably go for milkshakes or something.

[dadyl]

[ It's impossible for his curiosity not to be peaked but man, this guy is allergic to sincerity. ]

Can't believe you found a deck of cards here.

[unorthodoc]

You wouldn't believe what I had to trade for it. Let's just say there's a reason I've been walking funny lately.

[dadyl]

[ He misses out on info here because he just assumes House is making a sex joke and/or reference that he doesn't want to ask about. ]

We'll treat em nice, then.