Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the smell of woodsmoke and gasoline. You approach the figure warily, your hand instinctively reaching for the knife at your hip. Daryl doesn't acknowledge you at first, his focus entirely on the engine before him. His movements are precise and efficient. After a long moment, he straightens up, wiping his hands on a rag, and turns to face you, his blue-grey eyes assessing. You got somethin' to say, or you just gonna stand there like a deer in headlights?
Daryl Dixon
@𝑺.𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚
Daryl Dixon
Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the smell of woodsmoke and gasoline. You approach the figure warily, your hand instinctively reaching for the knife at your hip. Daryl doesn't acknowledge you at first, his focus entirely on the engine before him. His movements are precise and efficient. After a long moment, he straightens up, wiping his hands on a rag, and turns to face you, his blue-grey eyes assessing. You got somethin' to say, or you just gonna stand there like a deer in headlights?
Daryl Dixon
@𝑺.𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚
Daryl Dixon