New Faces [Nova/Daryl]
"Think they liked their hair so much ‘cause it was the only bright thing ‘bout ‘em." Oh, yes, even Daryl Dixon had had his run ins with the blond girls who’s heads were filled with hot air rather than a brain. He started to ask about her friend, but figured that of they were still alive, they’d probably be here with her, so he quickly shut his mouth, saving both of them from the uncomfortable topic of losing people.
"Don’t let it go to your head. Don’t give out much compliments, so be humble ‘bout it." He could tell she liked getting compliments, which made him want to remind her that it was going to be hard to impress him. He found amusement in her reactions. "Shame. You could’ve trained it to help you hunt. Or track. Which ever you prefer." Daryl chuckled. "I’m not snappy, I’ve just got somethin’ to say ‘bout everythin’ you say. Maybe you should stop sayin’ stupid stuff." He smiled briefly.
As the two walkers made themselves known, he rolled his eyes. “I was thinkin’ more of a deer.” Watching while Nova pulled out her knife, he took a stop forward. He’d originally planned to just leave and find another spot, but she seemed like she was up for the fight. “I’ll try harder to keep my mouth shut if it makes you feel better.” Bringing his crossbow up to aim, he shot a glance to his partner. “Well, you goin’ to put that thing to use? Don’t think a knife’s any good just sittin’ in your hands.”
"Hm, I always thought that the hair, combined with all the hair spray they used weighted down their heads." Nova had to bite her lip to keep her laughter inside. Just the image of blond preps floating around school, their hair chopped off like some poor, mutilated Barbie. Ah, that mental image definitely brightened her day.
She let out a mock gasp, her hand pressed against her collar. "Daryl, that was mean and uncalled for. All of it." She stuck her tongue out at him. "I don't need a little kit to help me track or hunt. I have my hoarder habits to keep me fed. And now I have a lovely gentleman teaching me the tricks of the trade." A bit of flattery never hurt. "And, for your information, I don't say stupid things. Perhaps your hearing them as stupid things."
She shot a half hearted glare in his direction before moving forward. The knife was familiar to her, she knew how to move with it. Thank God. Nova really didn't need to look like an idiot when it came to killing zombies. Once she was at a good spot, Nova lifted her leg and kicked out at the walking corpse. She could hear cracks through the ribs, a sound that always made her nauseous. The thing fell backwards and Nova took the opportunity to come up around it's head and stab her knife through the corpses scull. "Well, that was fun," she said dryly.
