𝚁𝚄𝙱𝙸 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇;

[dadyl]

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Daryl Dixon, 53

It's Daryl, say what you gotta say.

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[dadyl]

Guess you're gonna be buyin a bunch of favors with your grass, huh?

[guitarpicks]

or you know
actual rabbit food
fruits and veggies

unless you want something else for tradsies?

[dadyl]

[ Oh yeah, those exist. ]

I don't trade in that.

[ Not a buyer or a seller. Either way you cut it, the thought alone makes him feel cheap. ]

[guitarpicks]

in what? vegetables?

[dadyl]

[ Okay, he laughs. ]

Shut up.

[guitarpicks]

no, no
now i'm curious
come on, entertain me

[dadyl]

No.

[ The last thing he ever wants to be - someone's entertainment. ]

[guitarpicks]

please?

[dadyl]

Stop pretendin like you weren't offerin grass or ass.

Or fuckin
tomatoes or somethin.

[guitarpicks]

you slutshame me, sir

maybe i was gonna let you listen to some of the metallica records i've got squirreled away and not bumping eggplants together

[dadyl]

[ ...hm. ]

If you're serious then
yeah alright.

[ That actually sounds... nice. ]

[guitarpicks]

yeah

house left them behind
idk if u knew him

[dadyl]

Never heard of him.

[ /s ]

[guitarpicks]

wow

what'd he do?