[Negan might be a fucking asshole, but he's not a callous fucking asshole... well, in this instance. Kids going missing? Doesn't fucking matter who or what the nutjob is taking'em. They're the future, and coming from a place that has a pretty shitty and bleak one, he's not one to turn his back on it. He isn't one to let a kid die, if he can help it anyway. He idly looks at the pictures he was given, gripping his barbwire covered bat, Lucille, in one hand.]
So. The jungle, huh? We still ain't got a clue who the fuck would drag a kid out to the jungle?
[He's not scared, but he'd like an idea of what he's up against. Dead things, he can handle. Monsters? Well, he can still handle'em, but he'd like to be prepared.]
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Hot fucking water? Don't mind if I do.
[Coming straight out of an apocalypse, Negan hasn't had a steady source of hot water in longer than he can remember. Hell, it's hard enough to get hold of cold, sometimes. Shit, lukewarm, too. It's a hard life, out there. So he gets word of a hot spring with pools and frisky little tunnels of love? You bet your goddamn ass he's taking a look-see.
Negan isn't particularly shy as he moves to slide into one of the springs, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he settles into the warm water. Actually, it may not even be that exaggerated -- the water is amazing. It's been too damn long since he's gotten to relax, let alone enjoy some time without something dead potentially coming up on him. He tilts his head back, eyes drifting shut for a moment.]
Damn-- wish Lucille could be here for this
[And not the damn bat, though he sort of wishes it wouldn't be a social faux pas to bring her too. He feels kinda naked without her. But he'd take his wife back over a bat anytime of day.]
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» Age: How old do I look? Come on, don't be shy. » Seeking: wouldn't mind a couple hot dates. » Preferences: n/a » Interests: I miss sports. They got any here? Other than that, thinking of starting myself up a little garden somewhere. » Bio: Name's Negan. I got a bat named Lucille who's generally a thirsty girl and beachball-sized nuts, so better to not try and mess with me.
Negan | The Walking Dead (TV) | (TW: Just... Negan's mouth is not a clean one, fair warning.)
[Negan might be a fucking asshole, but he's not a callous fucking asshole... well, in this instance. Kids going missing? Doesn't fucking matter who or what the nutjob is taking'em. They're the future, and coming from a place that has a pretty shitty and bleak one, he's not one to turn his back on it. He isn't one to let a kid die, if he can help it anyway. He idly looks at the pictures he was given, gripping his barbwire covered bat, Lucille, in one hand.]
So. The jungle, huh? We still ain't got a clue who the fuck would drag a kid out to the jungle?
[He's not scared, but he'd like an idea of what he's up against. Dead things, he can handle. Monsters? Well, he can still handle'em, but he'd like to be prepared.]
III
Hot fucking water? Don't mind if I do.
[Coming straight out of an apocalypse, Negan hasn't had a steady source of hot water in longer than he can remember. Hell, it's hard enough to get hold of cold, sometimes. Shit, lukewarm, too. It's a hard life, out there. So he gets word of a hot spring with pools and frisky little tunnels of love? You bet your goddamn ass he's taking a look-see.
Negan isn't particularly shy as he moves to slide into one of the springs, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he settles into the warm water. Actually, it may not even be that exaggerated -- the water is amazing. It's been too damn long since he's gotten to relax, let alone enjoy some time without something dead potentially coming up on him. He tilts his head back, eyes drifting shut for a moment.]
Damn-- wish Lucille could be here for this
[And not the damn bat, though he sort of wishes it wouldn't be a social faux pas to bring her too. He feels kinda naked without her. But he'd take his wife back over a bat anytime of day.]
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» Seeking: wouldn't mind a couple hot dates.
» Preferences: n/a
» Interests: I miss sports. They got any here? Other than that, thinking of starting myself up a little garden somewhere.
» Bio: Name's Negan. I got a bat named Lucille who's generally a thirsty girl and beachball-sized nuts, so better to not try and mess with me.