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daryl (bound_daryl) wrote in bound_rp,

He picked up his guitar, shouldering its straps so his weight would be more or less balanced to put the least amount of stress on his leg. "That's all I would need," he said, "Just a few days, then I would be out of their way," he added, in case that helped. He knew the general view on people without places to live. Traditionally, it was not exactly a favourable one. Still, the short lived kindness of strangers was nothing to be turned away from, and Daryl would always accept it happily. It often led to other opportunities, after all.

He walked at her side, to her car, then to her home. "What were you doing in the woods, then?" he asked, though perhaps it was a nightly ritual of hers. She didn't live too far away. He had no idea, really. Still, he would have thought a vampire attack might keep her away for at least a few nights. Obviously not. "Not long. I came to America three, nearly four, years ago. But here, only a week. Not long at all." He let his guitar rest by the front door which he shouldered shut behind him, then he was following her into the kitchen. It was all wooden colouring and warmth in here. Quite the contrast to outside, but he didn't take off his coat. He'd rather warm up, honestly.