﹙ best negan’s hard won effort’s result in amounts to mild irritation. hips decanter, arms comfortably intertwined﹔ a reflection of his guard, for humiliation still lingers ﹠ bitterness sours pleasantries. ﹚
﹙ hues under vanishing sun would casually mirror that shade of a flame when a cigar's been lightened———up. regardless any unnecessary criticism, the ex——sheriff's word didn't count past the walls of a guarded, 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭, *⤸
it’s the only thing you’re good at. ﹙ gazes interlock ——— steady ﹠ unwilling to let his verbosity pierce dismantle his conviction. corner of the mouth lifts, though he is the first to look away. nonchalant ﹠
up right back where you started. in diapers. tell you the truth, i can’t justify lettin’ you loose the way you are. not to them.
so, i 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 y’do less talkin’ ‘nd more community service.
he’s doubting that one. 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮. any so called ‘ man ’ who considers him funny is, to put it mildly, a damn brown noser. sorry to say, that won’t get ‘em very far these days.
y’get old enough ﹖ y’end ↴
oh, plenty of fellas have been finding him down——right 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 . rick just needs a lecture on what it means to be *gifted with a ‘ dark sense of humor ’. maybe 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣, he’ll learn to appreciate him.
𝘩𝘮𝘮 ﹙ .. ﹚last time ⠀*⤸