Why? Too intimidating for you?

i don't work on weekends.

( FINALLY getting to watch tss. will be following a bunch more people and interacting far more once i’m done. )

be a miracle if the team could make it one week without him having to clean up their messes.

hey, what did we say about closing your mouth while you chew?

look at you, flag. you're one of the big boys now. how's it feel? still sore?

grimace deepens, his lunch threatening to repeat on him. when one of the corpses arms breaks off and splatters against the floor, he turns in search of help. "can someone-" gesturing wildly to an empty room. just him and the giant shark. great. "we'll work on it, big guy."

"looks good on you. adds character." tosses a beer towards him and cracks his own open. "you ever wanna team up though? kick his arse? i'm in."

it's the rat, right? she's talking about the rat? don't worry, he's not a fan either.

a hearty laugh, leaning over to clink his bottle against rick's. "might wanna get in line, mate. i think he might be on a few people's shit lists."

but if i had a penny for every person's head you'd exploded, which one of us would be richer?

it's this new regime i'm on. it's called not giving a fuck. i learned from the best ( you ).

i refuse to tolerate this rat worship.

no, this is gaslighting. he is the opposite of adorable. if you guys make him the leader of the team, i'm walking.

i'm losing a popularity contest to a rat. this is the most demoralising thing that's ever happened. to anyone.

i take umbrage with that. i'm exceptionally cute. and i'm not even responding to the milton thing any more.

"look, we'll get him. the guy's got a target on his back the size of utah." relaxed and seemingly unfazed, he reclines on the couch. "don't beat yourself up, alright? we all made mistakes."

...okay you're starting to win me back. maybe say something about my eyes next. 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙮!

no.

we're good, thanks.