#depravedx

[theystrayedfromtheflock]

.........totally won that argument.

[theystrayedfromtheflock]

bill who is this farmboy why are you talking to him so much?? what does he have that i don't huh?? is it a functioning left eyeball??? is that what you look for in a man bill??

Oh no he’s on to me.

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"If I beat you and left you for dead, do you really think someone would come for you? They wouldn't."

Nas would.

The thought sprang, immediate and unbidden, into his head. He stopped it before it reached his tongue. His lip curled instead, contempt colouring his features. He didn’t look away.

"I guess we’ll find out."

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depravedx replied to your post:"Are you hurt anywhere?"

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[theystrayedfromtheflock]

depravedx

"Gotta check your credentials before we pull your crew, Bill. Hell, I’m hardly the man I was back then, and neither are you.

——- Names aside, you could be anybody."

He felt the muzzle of the gun press insistently against his gut, a cold reminder of who held the upper hand - and Bill couldn't help but smile. Smart man, Philip. He would've done the same. The knowledge did little to quell the flickering flames of annoyance burning in his chest, but it satisfied his suspicions, aligned the pieces neatly in his head: he was not dealing with a stupid man. Somehow, that notion comforted him.

"Fair enough." Bill raised his hands, slowly and deliberately, holding them well clear of his body. He didn't allow his gaze to wander from the Governor.

Watching the weapon wouldn't stop the handler from pulling the trigger any more than it would stop the bullet from doing its deadly work; it was unimportant. Eyeing the soldiers would suggest that the threat lay with them - and it didn't, not if Philip was a capable leader. His own crew would follow his lead, or they'd die. They played by the same rules, no matter how different the game was starting to look. If they didn't - well, they weren't the type of sheep to found a strong flock. He wouldn't mourn their loss - merely proceed with the sheep who didn't need constant supervision.

No - for now, he had eyes only for Philip Blake.

"Happy to oblige an old friend."

[theystrayedfromtheflock]

depravedx

Early hours permitted freedom—before the day’s first messenger came with a new order of business, new problems, new developments in existing ones, and snatched it so cruelly away from them both. 

Philip usually rose before Bill anyway; sleep came harder since Michonne, with the itch for retribution being almost perpetual, along with the incorrigible ache beneath this damn eye patch. But enough of that for now—they had time to spend. He hummed a chuckle and shifted to accommodate the new weight on his chest, nestling an arm around Bill’s shoulders, reaching for his watch on the bedside table with his other. "5:33." he mumbled back, setting it down and gently dragging a knuckle across his eye with a smirk. "Sun’s still down, that’s the main thing.”

5:33.

Bill sighed. Twelve minutes before he typically woke. Twenty-seven before he'd commit to rolling out of bed, rain or shine, to face the morning. Tucked under the covers, with his partner's skin warming his own, he could almost slip back into sleep. The nights they stole a whole night's uninterrupted sleep were few and far between - and only growing more sparse. They had to nab them where they could.

"Could stay down the rest of the day. Don't give a damn." Not that it would make a lick of difference. Sooner or later, the flock would stir, and the day would begin in earnest. The night crew could only be held at bay so long before they got antsy, waiting to deliver the night's reports.

Rotas and lists and inventory charts sprang into his mind unbidden; he pushed them back. Paperwork could wait until he had breakfast under his belt.

"Whose turn is it?"

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depravedx has found you.

          "Hey, Mr. Blake! Wanna see what I found in my house?"

[cnedge]

⊰(?) Rebecca will remember that.⊱

                                         ❝Stay away from my baby.❞