[ A suspicious shrug, but not enough that Daryl's actually put on guard. He's not sure how he should be behaving here, or if he should be treating any of it like it's real— at least in terms of lasting consequences. Disoriented, but then, he might also be disoriented in a nice, middle-America mall back home, minus zombies. ]
Wren, like the bird, [ he echoes, wondering about the kid. Pizza is distracting, though, and he begins to eat it before it loses its nuclear hot temperature. It's both disgusting and euphoric. Only disgusting, meanwhile, are Daryl's table manners. Consuming greasy, gooey pizza with no regard for the increasing carnage of mess. He doesn't appear to have been taught how to do this by a human being.
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Wren, like the bird, [ he echoes, wondering about the kid. Pizza is distracting, though, and he begins to eat it before it loses its nuclear hot temperature. It's both disgusting and euphoric. Only disgusting, meanwhile, are Daryl's table manners. Consuming greasy, gooey pizza with no regard for the increasing carnage of mess. He doesn't appear to have been taught how to do this by a human being.
Still— ]
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