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"You got Rogue. Keep it short and sweet."

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[backwaterbelle]

[Rogue generally stays out of his way, but she does request something in particular for dinner rather than him ordering blindly for her. There's understanding on her end that he needs to gather himself a bit, recharge his batteries emotionally, but there's also not much else to do in his apartment that wouldn't be considered snooping. Her solution is to give him a bit of time, and then bring her nearly full beer over with a second, fresh one for Daryl.

Once she offers it to him, Rogue takes a seat across from him on the coffee table.]

If you want me to leave, ah can head out after dinner, but ah like spendin' time with you.

[vestigial]

[ There's not even anything interesting to be snooped; the apartment is pretty empty besides the mentioned points of (dis)interest. Though Daryl has been spending some time here, it's obviously still not very much time.

He looks over at Rogue, expression unreadable. After a moment he takes the offered beer and holds it lightly, not opening it just yet. ]

Stay.

[backwaterbelle]

[She's quiet for as long as Daryl needs relative silence, waiting patiently for his word or body language on the matter, her face gently concerned. At his word, he receives a warm smile because it's a step and she's proud.

In an effort to lighten the mood, she smirked while taking a sip of her beer, eyebrows waggling.] One step closer to braidin' your hair. Aw, yiss.

[vestigial]

[ They were having such a nice moment. Daryl leans back, eyes narrowed. Suspicious. ]

Well now you gotta leave.

[ --He's not serious, but still. Leave his hair alone. It's probably too greasy for you to tolerate anyway, Rogue, at least most of the time. He showered last night so he's okay for now. Decontaminated, if you will. ]

[backwaterbelle]

[They were, but she didn't want him to get lost in his thoughts too deep. She knows how that road can twist far away. Rogue merely smirks at his comment, taking another sip of her beer while her eyes playfully challenged his suspicious peer.

She'll tell him how happy she is that he's asked her to stay later.]

But the food ain't even here. That'd be mighty rude of you sugah.

i thought i replied to this wtf @me

[vestigial]

Who's lying to you telling tales about me being polite? [ He says in a scoffing tone, but it's clear (hopefully) that he doesn't actually expect Rogue to leave. Daryl doesn't have too many tells, 'acting' folding into his standard behavior almost seamlessly. ] My hair looks fine.

hdu

[backwaterbelle]

Ah got a real good source.

[She throws him a wink even under the terrible weight of his scolding, even daring to reach out (slowly as to not startle him) and attempt to ruffle his hair and mess all his styling efforts up. Ha. Styling efforts.]

You always wear it long?