Thrown Squirrel 2 : Daryl : (All growed down to age 13) In person
[Anyone wandering about outside this fine Monday will probably run into Daryl has he exits the forest; or, a much smaller version anyway. He's about 13 or so, a lot skinnier than usual, but just as grubby. He has a serious look about him, as if he isn't used to smiling, or simply doesn't do it often. With a pickaxe being dragged lazily behind him through the snow - wait, snow? When was the last time it snowed in Georgia?
If that wasn't weird enough, when he see's the Manor, he stops dead. Looking back towards the forest in confusion, shivering ever so slightly (only not because manly men don't get cold) he slowly continues towards the house]
What th'hell..?
[Taking another look around, before turning back to the woods again]
Merle! Hey Merle! Didja know there's a big ass house right here?!
If that wasn't weird enough, when he see's the Manor, he stops dead. Looking back towards the forest in confusion, shivering ever so slightly (only not because manly men don't get cold) he slowly continues towards the house]
What th'hell..?
[Taking another look around, before turning back to the woods again]
Merle! Hey Merle! Didja know there's a big ass house right here?!