Daryl felt a sheep in a wolf’s den, but he had to do what he had to do. The archer didn’t want to be there - he’d rather have been anywhere else, but... what choice did he have? None, plain and simple.
Calloused hands roamed across shelf upon shelf of merchandise, blue eyes scanning products ranging from functional to decorative. Cases, charms, plugs, ‘pop sockets’ (whatever those were), chargers, stickers, and screen protectors. He didn’t have the first clue what to get, let alone what would fit on his phone. Everything looked the same, but slightly different in shape or size. Which one would fit his phone? He chewed away at his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed in what was clearly a mixture of confusion and frustration. He’d already been in the same aisle for at least an hour... honestly? He was tempted to just grab a handful and pray he could return whatever didn’t work.