in the back of his throat, a rumble sounds - the beginings of a laugh; negan studies the other, weight balanced on the garden tool as he leans. "whats that? ya wanna help? sure, rick! i could use a hand."
a chuckle stirs in his throat, back turning at the sound of a branch crack under weight. brows raise at @Iapuamagnum who stands before the former savior. the mans seems to not have come in peace, +
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negan concludes, analyzing the stone cold features of his visage. "what, are you stalking me now?" he asks, only briefly familiar with the younger miller on the account of a past interaction.
a chuckle stirs in his throat, back turning at the sound of a branch crack under weight. brows raise at @Iapuamagnum who stands before the former savior. the mans seems to not have come in peace, +
somewhere amongst the tree tops, birds chirp ecstatically; it annoys negan, as he lays back shielded from dirt - and - mulch floor by nothing more than his aging jacket. tormented by his in ability to sleep +
somewhere amongst the tree tops, birds chirp ecstatically; it annoys negan, as he lays back shielded from dirt - and - mulch floor by nothing more than his aging jacket. tormented by his in ability to sleep +
blinks away the fatigue. "watch switch already?" he comments, getting to his feet. lowering, hands dust leaves and debris from jeans, optics raising when the woman fails to respond; bewildered forest-like optics +
im a huge fan of not letting crops rot — * brims split into a grin, dipping cranium as negan continues * OR worse, goin' to the birds. if ya fancy not starvin' , captain, i'll be on my way.
https://t.co/12inuZemDr ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀damn ive had this acc for almost a month and have written NOTHING 😭 sorry gang, we'll see if i can get to sending stuff out tonight