Texts from the bae

[reigun]

love letters + shipping texts meme

comment with your character. other people will reply to you. your characters (in a relationship, in love, in some sort of attraction that gravitates around the other, in idk 'love' is a many-splendored thing) are commanicating via: passionate confessions written on parchment, furtive notes scrawled in code, passive-aggressive post-it notes, messages carved in trees, smoke signals, instant messages on space age computers, text messages complete with lovey-dovey pictures, whatever! have fun!

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paul "jesus" rovia. twd. m/m.

[iesus]

(on a note stuffed into doorframe in the morning)

[dirtyredneck]

Gone hunting. Expect squirrel. Rabbit if yer lucky.

on a note pinned to the wall next to the door in the afternoon

[iesus]

gone 'shopping.' expect root vegetables. new knives if you're lucky.

:)

back of the prior note, wadded up in ball, stuffed in a cup next to a bloody cutting board

[dirtyredneck]

whats wrong with my knives?

got ya skunk. taste better n'they smell. promise.

UPON ARRIVING HOME AND SEEING THIS DISPLAY

[iesus]

[ well now that he's set his shit down and seen the mess in the kitchen he's going to stalk around the house listening and looking for daryl. his movement is as quiet as usual, but his voice carries when he speaks. ]

Daryl? Daryl! We have running water for once, why are you leaving the blood everywhere?

[ a beat passes. ]

You can never have too many knives, especially ones that are more expendable than your precious babies, your knives. Also, I need more knives!

[ curiously, he has no commentary about the skunk. ]

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl, who is well, not meticulously clean, but certainly not covered in blood or showing signs of having gutted a skunk on the kitchen counter not a half hour before, twirls a knife in his fingers as he looks up from where he was sitting and sharpening it.]

Didn't leave it everywhere.

[He flipped the knife over before sheathing it and then pulled a second knife to use it as a pointer, gesturing at the lack of blood anywhere else.

He ignores the actual words said about the knives, but he's making sure they're very much in the conversation.]

[iesus]

[ there's a moment, when he finds daryl, that he just squints at him.

then, leaning in the doorframe with one ankle crossed over the other and arms crossed loosely over his chest: ]

Fine, not everywhere. All over the cutting board.

[ he sighs after that, digging in his pocket to pull out a small object wrapped in cloth and toss it underhand to daryl, not at him. ]

Well Mr. Fancy McShowoff, I found you a new whetstone while I was out.

[ it's real goddamn rich of him to be calling anyone ELSE mr. fancy mcshowoff. ]

[dirtyredneck]

[He catches the whetstone and ducks his head, trying to hide the smirk that's tugging at his lips so he can continue to play it cool. Not really working, but he's trying.]

You trying to say I should be doing something else with the leather scraps?

[He glanced up from under his fringe as he shook the old leather belt - long made unusable for anything but sharpening, really - for emphasis before he tossed it to the side and stood. Now his eyes ran up and down Jesus' frame, looking for any obvious injuries as he opened up the gift.]

Where'd you find it? Looks new.

[iesus]

[ that earns a patented eyebrow raise, and paul's lips twist up a little at the corners. he bites back a different type of commentary on the statement whatsoever and focuses on the practical even if he's being open about his amusement. ]

I hate to break it to you, but even as sturdy as leather is, it doesn't last literally forever so it's good to have a backup.

[ the other question makes him straighten though, vacating his current spot to sit down next to him. ]

Found a little place out by itself we somehow haven't seen before and it was tucked away in a drawer. I didn't have a ton of time today, but we should go back. Looked a little like a prepper's place where all the preparation in the world wasn't enough.

[ i didn't have a ton of time usually means he got interrupted and either had to kill some walkers or bail until he can get back later. ]

[dirtyredneck]

[With Jesus close enough to touch, Daryl reached out to flip the front of his coat open and give a glance inside for any signs of blood on the shirt before getting himself comfortable again. His fingers dropped away from the jacket and landed on Jesus' knee. He let them stay there for a second. Two. Three.

Tapped his fingers then pulled them back so he could start drawing the whetstone along his blade.]

Yeah? How far out? It got enough to make a day run into two or four?

[He was asking if there was enough to justify a short trip with a larger group cause there was just that much to grab, or a longer trip with just the two of them taking their time because there weren't a lot, but something might be hidden. And maybe just to have some time to themselves.]

[iesus]

[ there's no blood. looks like he went with 'bail' today; probably because he's having the same thoughts about the potential trip that daryl is.

with daryl's hand on his knee his own fingers brush along his wrist just before daryl withdraws to test the stone.

he clicks his tongue as he acts like he's thinking a second, then shrugs. ]

There's a lot of stuff tucked away in strange places as far as I could see, but not more than we can handle ourselves. We could give everybody else a little break.

[ same thought patterns confirmed. he's the one ducking his head now to hide a slight smile. ]

[dirtyredneck]

[His eyes slide sideways and his lips twitch.]

Sure. How long you think before it settles?

[How bad was the crowd he bailed on and how long does he think they'll linger. How long before they can leave?]

[iesus]

Looked like they were passing through, mostly. It'll probably be clear by evening, there were a lot that needed to go off so there might be some stragglers.

[ nothing they can't handle. they always handle it. ]

If we really want to be safe, we could go in the morning.

[dirtyredneck]

We'll go at daybreak.

[Give them time to get packed for a few days and not meet up with walkers in the dark. Daylight wasn't always better, but less chance of stumbling on one that was hidden by the lack of it.]

You can cook. Meat's in the cooler.

[iesus]

Sounds good to me.

[ as eager as he is to get out, going in the morning is the right choice.

he huffs a soft laugh and nods, squeezing daryl's knee before standing. ]

Sure, you brought home the skunk bacon after all. I'll even clean up the cutting board.