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[iesus]

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[aversiontosleeves]

"Dunno. Just how he is, could be worse." Clearly Daryl had been around some really shit people; his 'decent person' meter was all fucked up.

But honestly he wasn't sure how to respond to actual conversation, his tone a bit... uncertain because this was new, how did people do this stuff?

"Daryl. M' Daryl." That was a good start right? "How about you?"

[iesus]

"Could always be worse. Doesn't make what you got good." A beat. "Sorry, I'm not talking shit on your brother. Too much."

His smile was a little wry - but he was still in conversation, and that was good enough for him. And he got a name.

"Nice to meet you, Daryl. I'm Jesus." Another beat, this one a little embarrassed. "Or, well. Paul. All my friends call me Jesus, though."

[aversiontosleeves]

"Well, you did just get stuck in the middle of one of his little dustups, can't blame you for bein' kinda pissed." Daryl just shrugged, taking the new bottle the bartender set in front of him, popping the cap to take a long swig.

"Paul was an asshole. Stick with Jesus." Giving him a bit of a hard time? Just a little, it was how he did things after all.

[iesus]

"If this is a little one, I don't want to see a big one." He set his glass down, still partially full, but he wasn't going anywhere. "Man, I just wanted to have a nice drink. Besides, it looked to me like you were stuck too."

And then he was letting out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "See, most people give me crap for the Jesus part, but I like the way you play it."

[aversiontosleeves]

"Involves more weapons usually." Not commenting on the 'stuck too' part though that was probably just as telling as anything he might say in response.

"Ain't the weirdest nickname I've heard, or the dumbest." A small shrug, but the scowl that seemed to be almost eternal was slightly softened at the amusement he heard from Jesus at the commentary. Dude was odd, but he was turning out to be alright.

[iesus]

The silence about it was definitely more telling. "Can't say I'm fond of those, no." It was true enough - he really rather preferred dealing with hands and feet. Just. In general. Way worse to worry about escalation.

It wasn't a smile but Jesus was still happy enough with something as small as a softening around the edges. Sometimes, that was all you got. "Have heard some real shitty ones in the past. I try not to judge, but sometimes..."