weaintashes: (★ welcome to the tombs)
Daryl Dixon ([personal profile] weaintashes) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol 2015-03-29 12:05 pm (UTC)

Vivi's shifting and obvious distraction has Charlie whining softly and butting his head up under one of Vivi's arms. A combination of wanting attention but also sensing some of the mage's inner conflict in the uncanny way that dogs can.

Daryl's eyebrows are raised at the question, a bit surprised, but he's also feeling bad for the kid. Either he hasn't had much of a childhood, or else maybe whatever world he's from simply doesn't have ice cream. They'll need to do something about that.

"Stuff made from milk. Or cream, I s'pose. Frozen, sweet, comes in 'bout as many flavours as you can think of. I bet you'd like it." He's already standing from the bench and giving Charlie's harness a light tug, and with a final lick to Vivi's face the puppy jumps down as well.

"C'mon," he says, hesitating a moment before offering Vivi his free hand. The kid seems so young, and the Capitol's so full of shitty people, it's just safer this way — walking hand in hand. Strangers are far less likely to bother or bump into Vivi when he's with a guy whose scowl is generally enough to send them scuttling in the opposite direction.

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