Deryl's heart is still pounding from the food fight in the cafeteria. He's in the restroom fixing his looks up while Brittney and Jess get new clothes. Other than a few sauces on his white shirt, he's good. Though he did have to wipe a bit off of his jacket. But that's not a material it could soak into. He heads out of the restroom to his locker. He opens it up, grabbing a spare shirt. Considering how much he eats and how messy he gets, he's learned to pack a spare. He looks back and forth while slipping off his jacket. It's just his pecks, but he doesn’t want to flash them at anyone who doesn't want to see. So, pretty sure he's alone, he slips off the shirt at a lightning pace. He's only got the new one over his neck when he freezes. There's someone directly in front of him with a full view of his abs and chest. He flushes and quickly pulls the shirt the rest of the way on.

Daryl: "H-hey there, bud! Sorry for doing that, the locker rooms are just so far and I have class." He quickly tries to divert the topic. "Say, I didn't see you in the cafeteria. Hope you're alright. There was a massive, and I mean massive food fight! You should've seen me." He chuckles and winks.