I did not realize the messiah complex was contagious.

If you don't stay as sharp as your blade you may as well be dead.

-glares-

-glares more-

-slowly slides the whetstone away from me along the ever sharpening razor edge of my blade- -still glaring-

#Brooding seems to be all the rage.

Longing for the day after when new meetings of old friendship will grace my eyes.

-Rolling her eyes- oh please it's just hoopla..

-snorts- Hoopla comes at a cost. And that cost is overpriced. -glares-

Then your brother knows the value of caution.

Hyperactivity may not be good for sleep. But it keeps you alert. Keeps you on your toes.

All this brain talk. Sounds like a buncha zombies looking for snacks. -narrows eyes-

A portable guillotine? It's called a sword.

Michonne scares the daylights outta me. The stares she gave me. It was like she wanted to do... things to me; nasty things.

-tilts chin lower and glowers, unblinking-

-glides a gloved finger down her blade, wiping walker brains to flip in Hveðrungr's general direction- Merry One-More-Day-Alive Day.

I see hoopla being had

-glowers- You all just watch where you put that hoopla.

#SeductiveSunday? -snort- This /is/ my seductive face. If you see it it's because I've let you live.

You survive. Or you die. It's as simple as that.