Paul's quick as a pickpocket making his own supplies disappear into his clothing, turning toward the conversation and narrowing his eyes just a little. Just enough for it to be odd for anyone that knows his usual mild expressions.
Once the talk is apparently over, Paul leans in to read along with Daryl, but it really doesn't make anything clearer. He lifts his gaze at just the right time - they're oddly in sync, he thinks, before shoving it away - and then cards his gaze away, frowning and crossing his arms over his chest (carefully, owing to the GIANT KNIFE).
"You ever see the movie Beetlejuice? This reminds me of that, except at least they got a book."
If you get bit sticks with him. "You mean we die, which I know by now, and go from one place with the dead to another?"
A pause as something in particular catches his eye in the writing - "who the hell calls them zombies and what does it even mean?"
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Once the talk is apparently over, Paul leans in to read along with Daryl, but it really doesn't make anything clearer. He lifts his gaze at just the right time - they're oddly in sync, he thinks, before shoving it away - and then cards his gaze away, frowning and crossing his arms over his chest (carefully, owing to the GIANT KNIFE).
"You ever see the movie Beetlejuice? This reminds me of that, except at least they got a book."
If you get bit sticks with him. "You mean we die, which I know by now, and go from one place with the dead to another?"
A pause as something in particular catches his eye in the writing - "who the hell calls them zombies and what does it even mean?"