[ He shambles to his feet, a hand resting over the bandages at his side. It fuckin' hurts, and really, Negan just wants to pass the hell out when his head hits the pillow. ]
After you, boss sir. [ Maybe a little sarcastic, but hey, that's who he is. When he's led to his cell, Negan offers a whistle, looking at Rick in a mixture of amusement and disbelief. A cell? Really, Rick? ]
Awful cozy quarters you're supplying. Do I get a last meal, too?
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After you, boss sir. [ Maybe a little sarcastic, but hey, that's who he is. When he's led to his cell, Negan offers a whistle, looking at Rick in a mixture of amusement and disbelief. A cell? Really, Rick? ]
Awful cozy quarters you're supplying. Do I get a last meal, too?