3 little words . || accepting
a smile plays at daryl’s lips , almost nonexistent but a smile nonetheless & he nods , the words touching gentle a his heart . he bows his head to view digits at the tug & squeeze at the two colorful chip bags in his hand . ❛ c’mere . ❜ he eventually mumbles , low in his throat & gestures with a quick pull of his head . he scoots , enough to the side to allow the other room to potentially join & holds one of the bags at reach as a separate thank you . ❛ take it . jus’ need one . ❜
@golindo // “ anything for you . ”











