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[ladybirdcrap]

Rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin raaawhiiiiiiiiide move em on head em up move em on head em up rawhide! Cut em out, ride em in, cut em out, ride em in, rawhide

[Mission: you're still on the road. are you hungry yet. tired? too bad.]

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[sawedoff]

[watches michonne walk off before hel blows daryl off and it's just all in all a great howdy do. kind of looks between the two of them before smiling awkwardly. why does he always get caught in the middle of this weird interpersonal drama]

...Yeah. [looks around. there's nothin but desert for miles so they might as well make a spot here] Any good with that thing, Joe Dirt?

[let's make a hunting trip of it]

[nosleeves]

[slows to a stop with the rest of the caravan and gives him a Look. it's going to be a nickname war with you pretty boy. spits off to the side and hoists crossbow off his shoulder to check it routinely]

Hope you're not picky.

[because it'll probably be snake and rabbit maybe some armadillo]

[crotchbite]

[ charming gentleman.

arches up an eyebrow and looks at him, head to toe. gives a little nod to dean, as if pointing in the direction where the caravan is going, and gives daryl one last look. if he's good with that she'll be happy because they do need better shooters in this group if they're gonna delegate hunting tasks now that jacques roulet is gone

tugs the reigns of the horse and trots up to the caravan, giving it a little pat to inform whoever's driving to stop. set up camp, pass the message, etc ]

[sawedoff]

Unless you know of a burger joint around here.

[i mean. who actually wants to put armadillo in their mouth. he'll make noises about it but it's better than going hungry. hops off horse and goes through duffel for the rifle, slinging it over his shoulder and taking it by the reins to walk it since daryl's horseless]

[nosleeves]

[pauses for a moment as he heads off trail, picking up on tracks as he goes to find a useful lead]

I'd drop your sorry asses in a heartbeat if I did.

[its been a while for sure]

[sawedoff]

What's stopping you?

[joking aside. dodges a cactus that tries to clothesline him and fixes the rifle strap as he watches him pick up that trail. def useful]

I mean, Michonne doesn't talk much, but what she does say, I sure as hell wouldn't fight to get back there.

[nosleeves]

[tough question]

[looks up from trail to see if he can get a better idea rather than keeping his nose down the whole damn time. stops to test some tracks. check freshness. etc.]

Better shot surviving with a group, as bullshit as that is. She don't care about going home either. [why do you think she's still there]

[sawedoff]

[did he just touch armadillo poop. i think he did. makes a face in the background]

What're you gonna do when we get there?

[nosleeves]

[deal with it. and it was rabbit poop]

[brushes hand off on pants as he stands back up]

[here rabbit wabbit]

Do you even know when you're gonna get there?

[he doesnt plan that far ahead. life really doesn't have a five step plan anymore]

[looks back at him with eyebrows and starts walking again]

Not like I got any place to be. And if we start to bump shoulders, I'll take off. No big deal.

[sawedoff]

Yeah and take your zombie plague with you?

[looks after him with pursed lips before hitching the strap and taking up after him, careful to step over rabbit poop.]

No big deal.

[nosleeves]

There's always someone that'd be willing to do the job.

[eyes a bit of brush ahead and hikes the crossbow up to get a closer look]

'Case things go sour.

[shoots]

[sawedoff]

[pulls rifle off back and lines up a shot to take out the runner that skitters away when daryl kills dad rabbit. leave no widowers. sorry bunnies.]

Sounds like you got it all worked out.

[nosleeves]

[bunny massacre]

As people should. If they wanna be smart.

[except lets be honest, most people arent]

[slings crossbow over shoulder and starts heading over]

[sawedoff]

Yeah well sometimes life just has a way of kicking the crap out of best laid plans. Bunnies and men [holds headshotted rabbit up by its ears] and all that. Sorry, Thumper.

[2 rabbits isn't gonna get them far with 20 people but they still have some food left and he doesn't wanna be out here kicking bushes all night so he's ready to pack it in]

[nosleeves]

You're a real bucket of sunshine, aren't you.

[like he's one to talk really but lol. dark ass conversation about the hypothetical situation where he dies and has no one to courtesy behead him before he starts terrorizing the countryside]

[pulls bolt out of thumper's cute girlfriend and picks it up]

[sawedoff]

Catch me on a day when I'm not worried about the apocalypse. I'm hilarious.

[you coming plague boy. ties dead rabbit up to saddle and takes horse's reins to start leading it to camp]

[nosleeves]

[weren't we all, buddy]

[adjusts strap across his chest and looks rabbit over as he follows him back. cue quiet idle companion mode]