[Daryl was completely unaware of the changes going on with him. He hadn't had much of a chance to look at the damn folder they'd presented him with before he blacked out and woke up at Kaneki's cafe. And at that point he hadn't really cared to go back and ask. Things hadn't been good for him so...
His head snapped up and another snarl escaped him followed by a low growl.]
That ain't funny.
[How the fuck could she joke about putting him in a cage? That was such bullshit. That was...
Another snarl and Daryl was up and pacing, claws forming and disappearing in blinks as the shadow of tail swung behind him while his anger rose. He internally berated himself over the 'joke' because she didn't know what he'd been through. She didn't know he'd been put in a tiny fucking closet and kept like an animal for at least a week if not more. He wasn't even sure how long he'd been in that damn room with that damn song and Negan feeding him dog food like he was some sort of animal to be broken and tamed.
Daryl didn't mutter to himself, but it was clear he was getting more and more worked up until it hit a point where he ceased to be human and in his place was a highly agitated ghostly-looking-tiger. The tiger continued to pace in front of the coffee table, tail whipping about as it remained alter for any danger.]
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His head snapped up and another snarl escaped him followed by a low growl.]
That ain't funny.
[How the fuck could she joke about putting him in a cage? That was such bullshit. That was...
Another snarl and Daryl was up and pacing, claws forming and disappearing in blinks as the shadow of tail swung behind him while his anger rose. He internally berated himself over the 'joke' because she didn't know what he'd been through. She didn't know he'd been put in a tiny fucking closet and kept like an animal for at least a week if not more. He wasn't even sure how long he'd been in that damn room with that damn song and Negan feeding him dog food like he was some sort of animal to be broken and tamed.
Daryl didn't mutter to himself, but it was clear he was getting more and more worked up until it hit a point where he ceased to be human and in his place was a highly agitated ghostly-looking-tiger. The tiger continued to pace in front of the coffee table, tail whipping about as it remained alter for any danger.]