"No!" he immediately answered in a hushed, thoroughly offended whisper. If he'd had done that, they would have seen him naked. Ain't no one seeing him naked anytime soon.
A moment later, he was pulling his shoulders in on himself and muttering, "But they saw me when I wasn't human and chased me off before I could finish my look-see. So I cam back - human - and told them I wanted to help them find their daughter. They were suspicious, so I..." he cleared his throat and mumbled the last bit: "told 'em I was the bobcat they saw."
It had convinced them, since there was no way anyone else had known what they'd seen in the back yard. And even if they'd told someone, there was no way a complete stranger, an obvious American at that, would have known. It helped that they were desperate for answers of any kind.
"Just... just be gentle with 'em, okay?" Daryl asked of her, keeping his head turned away as he opened the door to the garden. "If they ask questions, keep yer answers short and simple and polite. They'll accept it if you say you can't get into details about what you're doin'."
The garden was spacious, even for a London home. A rare find to have one that could hold a fully grown tree still have plenty of room to run around and even host a small patio tea if desired. Still tiny, but not so tiny that it was only a garden in name. In the far corner opposite the garage, was the kid's playhouse. Daryl pointed to it, "the weird shit I couldn't suss out's over in there. I'm gonna tell her parents we're here so they know we ain't here to rob 'em."
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A moment later, he was pulling his shoulders in on himself and muttering, "But they saw me when I wasn't human and chased me off before I could finish my look-see. So I cam back - human - and told them I wanted to help them find their daughter. They were suspicious, so I..." he cleared his throat and mumbled the last bit: "told 'em I was the bobcat they saw."
It had convinced them, since there was no way anyone else had known what they'd seen in the back yard. And even if they'd told someone, there was no way a complete stranger, an obvious American at that, would have known. It helped that they were desperate for answers of any kind.
"Just... just be gentle with 'em, okay?" Daryl asked of her, keeping his head turned away as he opened the door to the garden. "If they ask questions, keep yer answers short and simple and polite. They'll accept it if you say you can't get into details about what you're doin'."
The garden was spacious, even for a London home. A rare find to have one that could hold a fully grown tree still have plenty of room to run around and even host a small patio tea if desired. Still tiny, but not so tiny that it was only a garden in name. In the far corner opposite the garage, was the kid's playhouse. Daryl pointed to it, "the weird shit I couldn't suss out's over in there. I'm gonna tell her parents we're here so they know we ain't here to rob 'em."