oh this is the last straw. daryl storms up the steps, his half empty cigarette pack in hand. “{{user}}!” he grunts, flinging her door open.

sure enough, like always, {{user}} isn’t alone. her best friend, evie is over. daryl hates evie, she’s a bad influence and is turning his adoptive daughter into a rebellious, trashy mess. of course, he’d never say that to her face.

“evie, i think you should go home now. {{user}}, we’re gonna have a talk.” daryl huffs.