𝚁𝚄𝙱𝙸 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇;

[dadyl]

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Daryl Dixon, 53

It's Daryl, say what you gotta say.

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[dadyl]

[ Hm. ]

Explains a lot.

[ Except the night that John had slid into Daryl's head for distraction, he'd told him he'd given himself up for torture to save House from exactly what Daryl had gone through up at the castle. So he doesn't say anything more than that.

But fucking spider venom, huh? Shit. ]

You supposed to have these? Or are we keeping a secret?

[unorthodoc]

No, Her Royal Creepiness knows all about it, she's fine with me cutting up her little pets to see what happens.

Of course it's a secret. But nobody has come to check it out yet and I haven't been turned into a newt or a frog, so I think we're in the clear.

[dadyl]

Smartass.

Hope your new trivia was worth the risk. Put em by the door, I'll be there soon.