[Whereas in her last life, she would've already found another place to live now that she's had visitors over, she finds that urge a tad less intense. It probably helps that she's already seen Daryl's home, been scared shitless by the endless taxidermy and all, and still enjoys his company (though she'd never admit it outright). She doesn't give a shit about dirtying up the space or whatever, and hasn't noticed a thing about what he's wearing. She just likes having a nice home, only for herself.
It's also worth noting that she has some seriously large ass swords on one wall, in size order from smallest to largest. The largest is fucking huge.
She sips at her whiskey and, once he's downed his, slides the bottle over towards him. Open invitation to drink whatever he wants, no reservations.]
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It's also worth noting that she has some seriously large ass swords on one wall, in size order from smallest to largest. The largest is fucking huge.
She sips at her whiskey and, once he's downed his, slides the bottle over towards him. Open invitation to drink whatever he wants, no reservations.]
Yeah, man. Don't worry about it.