Uh, it wasn't .. supposed .. to be .. It was a real question about my safety, man.
[Rosa's up off of the couch, whiskey glass still in-hand, slowly backing away from where Daryl's .. uh, seething and growling. She'd forgotten about the whole "powers" thing outside of her own knife-wielding ability, but she's starting to remember, seeing him transform like fucking Michael Jackson in Thriller. Only .. for real.
She vaguely wonders whether she'll have to dance herself out of danger as the zombies crawl up from the sewers.] Dude, what the fuck? [She mutters as his transformation finishes, and she's got her back pinned up against the wall.
Serial killers? No problem. Criminals with weapons? No big deal. See-through tiger things that were once humans? Not so much. She reaches into her jacket to grab a large saber, as well as a smaller hunting knife, wielding one in each hand. She has no intention of using them, but .. she also isn't sure how much of the thing prowling her living room is still her friend and how much has been taken over by .. whatever it was.]
Dude, what the fuck? I was kidding about the cage thing. We can still go fuck some shit up if you want, though.
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[Rosa's up off of the couch, whiskey glass still in-hand, slowly backing away from where Daryl's .. uh, seething and growling. She'd forgotten about the whole "powers" thing outside of her own knife-wielding ability, but she's starting to remember, seeing him transform like fucking Michael Jackson in Thriller. Only .. for real.
She vaguely wonders whether she'll have to dance herself out of danger as the zombies crawl up from the sewers.] Dude, what the fuck? [She mutters as his transformation finishes, and she's got her back pinned up against the wall.
Serial killers? No problem. Criminals with weapons? No big deal. See-through tiger things that were once humans? Not so much. She reaches into her jacket to grab a large saber, as well as a smaller hunting knife, wielding one in each hand. She has no intention of using them, but .. she also isn't sure how much of the thing prowling her living room is still her friend and how much has been taken over by .. whatever it was.]
Dude, what the fuck? I was kidding about the cage thing. We can still go fuck some shit up if you want, though.