Daryl's cat eyes go wide at the sight of the face before him. He hadn't recognized Jean-Claude's scent. Hadn't tried to get that good of a sniff of him when he'd visited. But he recognized the pretty face and, if he hadn't, that voice would have gotten through to him.
And so it was that Daryl found himself crouched on Jean-Claude's chest like an oversized housecat while the man stared up at him. He wasn't exactly sure what to do now. This was not the prey he'd been after. The guy was a vampire, yeah, and a Nest vamp, too. But... he wasn't exactly a vampire Daryl had gotten the whole 'bad guy' vibe from. He'd seemed honestly worried about his girls and even genuinely willing to help Daryl the one time he'd come to see him.
Daryl's claws were still out and he eventually decided to dig them into the cloth of Jean-Claude's shirt. Just one of them. And not to the skin, shirt only. When he had a decent grip and was sure he was holding the man down and in place, he shifted from his animal form into his human. Fur giving way to both skin and cloth. A fae had recently been helpful in granting Daryl that convenience. So he didn't have to stay a cat just to avoid being 'naked' in front of someone. Naked being a relative term since animals were generally naked even when covered with fur.
"The fuck you doing out here?"
Yeah, yeah, Nest territory, dumb question, but it was the first that came to his mind. And yes, he was still on top of Jean-Claude. Now straddling him because of positioning, one fist balled up in his shirt.
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And so it was that Daryl found himself crouched on Jean-Claude's chest like an oversized housecat while the man stared up at him. He wasn't exactly sure what to do now. This was not the prey he'd been after. The guy was a vampire, yeah, and a Nest vamp, too. But... he wasn't exactly a vampire Daryl had gotten the whole 'bad guy' vibe from. He'd seemed honestly worried about his girls and even genuinely willing to help Daryl the one time he'd come to see him.
Daryl's claws were still out and he eventually decided to dig them into the cloth of Jean-Claude's shirt. Just one of them. And not to the skin, shirt only. When he had a decent grip and was sure he was holding the man down and in place, he shifted from his animal form into his human. Fur giving way to both skin and cloth. A fae had recently been helpful in granting Daryl that convenience. So he didn't have to stay a cat just to avoid being 'naked' in front of someone. Naked being a relative term since animals were generally naked even when covered with fur.
"The fuck you doing out here?"
Yeah, yeah, Nest territory, dumb question, but it was the first that came to his mind. And yes, he was still on top of Jean-Claude. Now straddling him because of positioning, one fist balled up in his shirt.