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[ladybirdcrap]

You've made it out of the prairie and underbrush, congratulations! But with the lack of supplies from the journey around Alderwood has left you beat. Your horses hate you, you've got sand up in places where it's not welcome, you're hungry, cranky, and if you've been riding you'll be walking like Dean for a little bit. Lucky enough for you, the next town isn't much of a detour, so you can restock, trade, and try not to burn anything down.

[Mission: Stock up, let the horses rest, treat your cholera, etc]

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[dices]

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you need to work on your social skills man. ]

O... kay? [ makes a confused face at him, before shaking his head. ] I'm Nick.

[nosleeves]

[eh. social skills don't seem to benefit very well where they come from. though rick tries]

Daryl.

[it must make their earth look like the land of assholes, but honestly its the assholes that have it in them to survive]

[dices]

[ it's okay assholes are abundant in this group ]

Sorry about that first encounter, we're all a little-- on edge, sort of. Things don't usually go well for us. [ as i'm sure you'll find out ]

[nosleeves]

Don't be. Can't trust you, can't trust me.

[where i come from we always pull guns on each other]

Just how things go.

[dices]

[ oh. goody. another one of those paranoid types. yep, we sure need more of 'em ]

Right.

[ he rolls his eyes a little and sighs. this is why the group always ends up in flames. why can't there be more plucky girls or nice guys instead ]

Well, you should probably get some shit for yourself. We don't always come across merchants, so, you know. Stock up, but not too much.

[nosleeves]

[you know nothing nick snow]

Need something to trade first.

[money is pretty useless, he hasnt had any for months]

[maybe he can go hunting. pull a katniss or whatever]

[dices]

[ he arches his eyebrows up, realization creeping in. he usually doesn't share his money (con artist habit and all) but he would rather not have the apparently new hunter starving, so he grabs his bag and pulls out a pouch of coins, taking some out and handing it to him ]

You can owe me later. [ half crooked smile, knows he Won't ]

[nosleeves]

[looks between him and the bag. surprised eyebrows]

Keep it, I'll figure something out.

[aint gonna owe nobody]

[dices]

[ there's a moment where he keeps his hand out to him, like a silent "take it bro it's cool" but he doesn't insist in it, shrugging a little ]

If you say so. [ he pulls the money back in its pouch and shoves his hands in the pockets of his jacket ]

[nosleeves]

[adjusts crossbow strap a bit awkwardly. he's about to walk away, but i guess he should be nice. michonnes boo and all]

Thanks, though.

[that was hard to get out. he's not very hospitable so take this relic]

[gives him a bro nod before turning to head out]

[dices]

[ he's not really her boo as much as a bootycall




he thinks

bronods back ]