[ Fashionably late, Rick. His office sits just off the locker room, and he's only briefly surprised that someone's standing there waiting for him, considering practice just ended. It only takes him a second to realize it's not some damn student. Shit, those conferences are today, aren't they? Whoops.
Negan gives him an easy smile as he comes over, readjusting the bag of bats he's got slung over his shoulder. His hand comes out expectantly for a handshake. ]
You know, most people waitin' around my office get to run laps.
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Negan gives him an easy smile as he comes over, readjusting the bag of bats he's got slung over his shoulder. His hand comes out expectantly for a handshake. ]
You know, most people waitin' around my office get to run laps.