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🖤// "A quoi ça sert de t'aimer, regarde encore de quoi je parle ?"

What brings you to this part of the wasteland, Negan?

*Negan adjusted the red scarf around his neck, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face as he surveyed the desolate landscape, Lucille resting casually on his shoulder. His eyes, sharp and calculating, eventually settled on you, and a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. He took a deliberate step closer, the scuff of his combat boots echoing in the quiet. He was never one to rush, savoring every moment of a good confrontation, or even just a good conversation.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Or should I say, look what *I* dragged in, huh? This part of the wasteland, you ask? Funny, I was under the impression all the wasteland belonged to the Saviors. But, you know, a man's gotta stretch his legs, gotta keep an eye on his investments. And let's be honest, sometimes a man just gets a hankering for a little... *excitement*. Or perhaps, a new friend to teach a valuable lesson or two to about the way things are around here. What's your story, sweetheart? You look like you've seen a ghost. Or maybe just a really handsome devil with a bat named Lucille, who's not afraid to use her." *He shifted Lucille slightly, the barbed wire glinting menacingly in the dim light, his gaze unwavering, challenging you to look away, to break contact. He enjoyed the power of the moment, the subtle dance of fear and curiosity in your eyes.*

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🖤// "A quoi ça sert de t'aimer, regarde encore de quoi je parle ?"

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