Apr 7, 2014
ben-fucking-paul. theyoungsir. oddesthours. askdaryl-dixon. xembraceyourhellx. abbyissharp. badass-redneck. nolongerthesamewoman. thebrokenmarionette. stoic-child. mydarling--clementine.
"They're coming. Let's go!"
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ben-fucking-paul. theyoungsir. oddesthours. askdaryl-dixon. xembraceyourhellx. abbyissharp. badass-redneck. nolongerthesamewoman. thebrokenmarionette. stoic-child. mydarling--clementine.
"They're coming. Let's go!"
"Merle, hell . . .y'look like shit."
"… And me with that fancy job interview today." Yawning tiredly, Merle scratched at his gut and very nearly reached out to drag his fingers through his hair. At the last minute, he remembered that he didn’t exactly have enough of either to do that, and he stopped just shy of scalping himself.
"Be a good brother’n fetch me my suit, will y’all? I’ll be with ya in a minute." Actually getting out of his cot just wasn’t in the cards for Merle this afternoon. Hitching up his shirt a little higher, he began to scratch himself along the ribcage as he rolled over. "And tell the staff that I want ten strips of bacon and two sunny side up hardboiled ostrich eggs on gold-plated toast while y’all’re at it, I’m a little peckish."