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weareallnegan (weareallnegan) wrote,

Negan's eyes lit up. "That's just un-fucking-real," he said, and laughed. It wasn't the weirdest thing he'd found out that day, but it was probably the best thing he'd heard in a damn long time. "Is that what the story's supposed to do? Jesus, you think they could've used something a little less fucked up than cannibalism." Something about the way she was dressed, and her crossbow, told him her version of the story was a lot more fucked up than the kid's version.

"So..." He leaned in, his expression serious, as was his tone. "Was the witch's house made of candy? And did she have a bunch of little fuckers in her yard that she turned into gingerbread?" Something told him he already knew the answers to those questions, but he still had to ask, if only to be a dick about it. Then, remembering he was supposed to be splitting his time, he added, "And what's the best thing that's happened to you here?"