[ The inside of most buildings, including this one, was safe on most days. Ororo hasn't had any trouble with petty crime in this neighborhood yet, so she's taken to leaving the door unattended.
Not that there's much of a door even left. It's... on the list of things to replace, eventually. A heavy, makeshift curtain does the trick well enough for now, and moving it lets in enough of a draft that Ororo's senses are immediately alerted whenever someone comes in.
Daryl gets a smile when he approaches, warm and friendly. ]
Hey. Glad you found the place. I'd ask you to feel at home, but... [ She glances around. ] It doesn't exactly look anything like that yet.
( That smile and greeting are met with a nod of his head and a soft sound in response. Daryl's never been much of a talker on a good day. Less so with people he doesn't know well. At least, Ororo seems to be friendly enough, talks enough without being overbearing or annoying. Something he appreciates.
He offers her a quick look before turning his attention towards the door. Or well, the lack of it. The sight of it makes his shoulders start to draw up, tense, disapproving, and he spends a moment near it to run his hand along the door frame. )
You ain't got no damn door. ( He sighs, slinging his crossbow before stepping past the curtain-door to look around the rest of the place.
And she's right - it doesn't look like anything yet. Except a whole lot of nothin'. Changing that is what he's here for, though.
He takes a couple steps further into the space, looking around carefully, one hand curled around the sling of his crossbow, the other hanging at his side. )
First thing I'mma do is fix your door. ( The lack of one makes them vulnerable. Unsafe. And he doesn't want her puttering around in here by herself without a way to close herself in if she needs to. But he does finally turn his attention back to her. )
[ No she doesn't have a door, thanks for pointing out the obvious. She's gestures to the big, blocky, weighty board set next to the frame. ]
I block things off when I'm not around, but yes, there is no door, and it's at the top of the list of things to fix when I finally find one that fits. Or else I'll just have it made, somehow. [ It's a wide frame! It used to be a temple after all, and she would be surprised if there was no door at all in the first place. ]
As for the rest... I have a few ideas. [ She points things out, easier things to replace and repair. It sounds like she's just aiming to get things functional, and doesn't mind having mismatched furniture if it means people can come in and have a moment to themselves. ]
Money'll be a problem, I think, but I hope to make it work. I've been moonlighting at the Dome here and there and it pays pretty decently.
( The look Daryl gives her says he's got feelings about that door, but he doesn't bother to give them a voice. Instead, he follows her around the space as she points out different things that need to be worked on, mentally making a list of what might be easier, what kind of equipment they might need.
It ain't gonna be cheap, something he realizes before she even mentions money. And when she does, he sighs and nods his understanding. And he surprises himself when he offers a low, grumbled, ) Never thought I'd miss a world full of damn walkers, but at least I didn't have to pay for shit. ( No, not having to wonder about a paycheck or how much shit cost had been a weird but loved perk of a zombie apocalypse.
But he he does turn to face her fully, regarding her critically. )
I'll see what I can do. Plenty of shit out there I can get so you don't gotta keep doing that.
( He's done worse for money, but that doesn't mean he wants people out there fighting for some damn cash. )
[ Walkers. It's a new word, and sounded heavy. She puts her own things down - a handy multi-tool she'd been using to fix a couple of tricky cabinet doors - ready to ask more about walkers, but he's already moved on to something that makes her frown. ]
Don't gotta keep doing what, exactly? The Dome? [ Her hands find her hips. ] Why not?
( Daryl knows that posture. That tone. He's seen it from Carol, from Maggie, from Beth. He's guessing he hit a nerve.
He sighs as he takes a step closer, reaching out to pick up the multi-tool, and rolling it from one hand to the other as he looks down at his hands. It's an excuse not to have to look at her for a minute. )
Yeah, the Dome. ( His jaw flexes, and he does look up from behind messy bangs after a moment. ) You're just doin' it for the money, right? The more I can find, the less money you gotta make. No reason to be fuckin' around with that if you don't have to.
( And maybe she can sense it through their bond - the quiet worry he feels imagining her in the Dome, fighting someone with a power like hers or stronger. What might happen to her. He's seen what people will do for money, and it ain't pretty. )
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Not that there's much of a door even left. It's... on the list of things to replace, eventually. A heavy, makeshift curtain does the trick well enough for now, and moving it lets in enough of a draft that Ororo's senses are immediately alerted whenever someone comes in.
Daryl gets a smile when he approaches, warm and friendly. ]
Hey. Glad you found the place. I'd ask you to feel at home, but... [ She glances around. ] It doesn't exactly look anything like that yet.
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He offers her a quick look before turning his attention towards the door. Or well, the lack of it. The sight of it makes his shoulders start to draw up, tense, disapproving, and he spends a moment near it to run his hand along the door frame. )
You ain't got no damn door. ( He sighs, slinging his crossbow before stepping past the curtain-door to look around the rest of the place.
And she's right - it doesn't look like anything yet. Except a whole lot of nothin'. Changing that is what he's here for, though.
He takes a couple steps further into the space, looking around carefully, one hand curled around the sling of his crossbow, the other hanging at his side. )
First thing I'mma do is fix your door. ( The lack of one makes them vulnerable. Unsafe. And he doesn't want her puttering around in here by herself without a way to close herself in if she needs to. But he does finally turn his attention back to her. )
You got any ideas for the rest?
( This is her show. He's just here to help. )
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I block things off when I'm not around, but yes, there is no door, and it's at the top of the list of things to fix when I finally find one that fits. Or else I'll just have it made, somehow. [ It's a wide frame! It used to be a temple after all, and she would be surprised if there was no door at all in the first place. ]
As for the rest... I have a few ideas. [ She points things out, easier things to replace and repair. It sounds like she's just aiming to get things functional, and doesn't mind having mismatched furniture if it means people can come in and have a moment to themselves. ]
Money'll be a problem, I think, but I hope to make it work. I've been moonlighting at the Dome here and there and it pays pretty decently.
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It ain't gonna be cheap, something he realizes before she even mentions money. And when she does, he sighs and nods his understanding. And he surprises himself when he offers a low, grumbled, ) Never thought I'd miss a world full of damn walkers, but at least I didn't have to pay for shit. ( No, not having to wonder about a paycheck or how much shit cost had been a weird but loved perk of a zombie apocalypse.
But he he does turn to face her fully, regarding her critically. )
I'll see what I can do. Plenty of shit out there I can get so you don't gotta keep doing that.
( He's done worse for money, but that doesn't mean he wants people out there fighting for some damn cash. )
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Don't gotta keep doing what, exactly? The Dome? [ Her hands find her hips. ] Why not?
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He sighs as he takes a step closer, reaching out to pick up the multi-tool, and rolling it from one hand to the other as he looks down at his hands. It's an excuse not to have to look at her for a minute. )
Yeah, the Dome. ( His jaw flexes, and he does look up from behind messy bangs after a moment. ) You're just doin' it for the money, right? The more I can find, the less money you gotta make. No reason to be fuckin' around with that if you don't have to.
( And maybe she can sense it through their bond - the quiet worry he feels imagining her in the Dome, fighting someone with a power like hers or stronger. What might happen to her. He's seen what people will do for money, and it ain't pretty. )