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GoodEveningClarice
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Rick smiled to himself and climbed out of the water with the fiendish archer. He opened up the truck and withdrew two towels from the center console. "Here ya go." He dried at his face and body, eyeing Daryl's form as he did so. He couldn't help himself, a wet Daryl Dixon was a God send. Once he'd patted dry enough he decided to slip out of his wet boxers and go commando. Doing so behind the cover of his towel, he quickly shimmied back into his jeans and adjusted himself. His shirt followed and he took a moment to towel dry his curls before looking back to Daryl. "You drive." He tossed him the keys and climbed into the vehicle. He rolled down the window and relaxed in against the interior, eyes continuously drawn back to the other man. He was beautiful, and Rick couldn't shake the taste on his lips. Pine and wood smoke, that's how'd remember Daryl.
[ooc: fail post, forgive me.]
[ooc: fail post, forgive me.]