𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳. 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘧. ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴄ. ʀᴛ.

//Hello loves. I am taking a break from Twitter and deleting the app from my phone. I am going to leave it up for a bit so if anyone wants my discord username, just message me. Thanks.

//hey guys. I have added Twitter back to my phone. At least for now. I don’t know how much roleplay I will be doing.

//anyone want to rp? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

//rp?

His gaze quickly turned, only to see Judith and he looked at her. “What’s that for?” He questioned her.

A small laugh sounds as he bends to her level. “Hey dad would’ve worked.”

He let a smirk play on his face. “Is that so?”

A chuckle sounded as he rolled his eyes and took the stick. “Okay Miss Priss.” He murmured.

He shrugged. “I don’t really know.” He admitted. “But it rhymes.”

He’s what?

Rick’s eyes landed on the items and then looked at Carl. “You found all this?”

Grumbles and rubs his head.

// I think I’m back. Anyone want to rp? 👀👀

Save me? You? Since when do you save people?

// I miss it here.

// spare storylines?

Cue him on watch, trying to keep his eyes open.

// rp? Someone?