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An airy humorless chuckle came from the canine as he shook his head. "How cute. You think I'm joking. He slowly stepped forward, his light tone suddenly disappearing to that of a dark, merciless one. "Trust me, * boy. You'd know when I'm joking. And I am being dead serious. Evelyn does not want you here. So either face the fact youre forever alone and live here without bugging her, or leave."
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speak of the devil, and he shall appear. The leather jacket wearing canine entered the leader cabin. "I'd be more then willing to run the classes for you, Cherviltea." he tells him with a small shrug of his heavy shoulders. As long as Vader doesint * it up for me like the last sparring session I held. he adds grudgingly in his head, still salty about that epidemic.(Ooc- sorry for the late response, being sick and the holidays are keeping me a little busy but I am still checking threads out when I can!)
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Negan could tell this guy really didint want to have any company, but since it was a clan it wasint like he'd be able to avoid it. It was his own choice to join after all. None of that shit mattered to him though. His focus was on the book he was reading. as soon as Soulsilver read it outloud, he was interested. Sign him the fuck up. "Shit, I'd love to borrow that book when youre done with it. Doubt I'll find something like that laying around for grabs."
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Negan rose an imaginary eyebrow at Soulsilver as he approached the scene, trying to hide his more then obvious amusement. It was clear the guy didint want to be here and socialize, but he'd chosen to come and stay despite it. He knows he's not here against his will right? Oh well. There must have been something tying him down. Obligation? A challenge? To learn new battle moves? Who the * knew. "Hey. Welcome." Negan greets the newcomer, shuffling the powdery snow below him away from his paws.
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Negan however was stumped when he read the invitation. He squinted his eyes. "What the fuck is an ugly sweater competition?" he said finally, not getting the idea behind it. If it didint have to do with ugly sweaters, he might actually consider joining. He could imagine a basket full of weapons and he got excited at the idea. Was that the sort of thing they where hoping to make the winner? Probably not but whatever.
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Negan didint get powers like this, but it seemed like there an awful lot of people who had this senseless power. What was even the point? Made absolutely no sense. He'd be * pissed if he woke up trending daisies one day. He gagged at the thought alone. "It's cute kid, but... not to burst your bubble. Its kind of snowy. Do flowers live in the snow? Or are they magic flowers?". He didint give a * in actuality. Just as long as she didint get any funny ideas and surround his house in flowers.
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Negan growled loudly, glaring at the man as he left the area, half tempted to hunt him down outside of the territory and slaughter him. "No need to worry. If he tries to come back, he'll have to speak to me and Lucille personally, and I won't be showing him mercy." he spat, kicking the snow below his paws hard and roughly. He was still angry and upset. Evelyn hadn't told him about this. He'd been foolish to think he was important enough to her to know any of this. He looked over his own shoulder, tempted to go back to his cabin and take some time to calm the fuck down. Alone.
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Oh great. * fantastic. Another one of these fruity, narcissistic freaks that thought they where a god or some *. Negan hated when people came around saying they where an angel or a god or "death". Real or not, Negan had a bone to pick if this asshole really was death. Death was the reason his beloved wife was dead, and that alone was unforgivable to him."Right. I don't think youre death. But you know what? By the small off chance you are? * you. * you, Death." he spat coldly, glaring at them. He hoped they stuck far away from him. Just his suck death would decide to show up in the clan HE lived in.
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Negan didint have to sleep being a vampire, but he loved to. Naps where his escape. "Dont Kate and Littlespirit have shit in the medic cabin that can help you sleep? Why not ask them?" he shrugged as if it was no big deal.
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Negan didint like Feliks. He'd met the man a couple of times on the battlefield already, and he'd left a very sour taste in his mouth the first time. He could remember what he'd told Littlespirit during the "raid" he hosted against Windclan. He was far from impressed. But he wasint about to pass over free alcohol. Even if it was from a dirty * bastard. He snorted. Oh great. Here he was pulling the Christmas card *; peace on earth, good will to men, yada yada yada. "Fine. The gifts great, but I'd suggest you not fucking sticking around so long. I don't think many people'll appreciate you hanging around." the canine told him gruffly.
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Negan had a cold thanks to the shitty weather, so he wasint about to sit around and admire it. He heard the others discussing snow and grumbled bitterly. Kicking a paw full of snow, he spoke up, his voice rough from his sore throat. "Snow's fucking sh.tty and that's all you need to know about it. The sooner winter ends, the better." the german shepherd huffed out before sneezing, growling in frustration shortly after.
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Yet another person making cookies, huh? He caved in despite the fact he'd probably been eating way too many already. "Holy hell, this clan is gonna make me fucking fat with all these cookies." The canine said as he approached, unable to resist the smell as he popped on halfway into his mouth. "Mm. Taste good." Negan tells her, his mouth half full with the sweet inside his mouth.
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[sub]Negan didint seem to care that Victorianpup didint like his swearing. No one could stop him from that. He refused to filter his words for anyone. Kids or not. "Big deal. We can always make snowmen with dirt or sand." he pointed out with a heavy shrug of his shoulders.
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As if to solidify Oliver's words, Negan approached with several sneezes, growling softly in frustration to himself. The german shepherd was suffering from a cold, and currently kept his muzzle covered with his red scarf. Not because he cared enough to spare everyone else from his sickness, but because it was cold as shit. "I second that." he added after Oliver, amusement clear in his tone.
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[sub]Where Noelle saw beauty, he did not. Why Negan was out and about despite the fact he was sick and salty as fuck, he had no idea. But here he was just in time to greet the newest member of the clan. The canine practically towered over the domestic feline, but his demeanor was that of someone you'd sit and share a few jokes with at a bar, rather then someone that was a threat (which he very likely could be if he wanted to be) "Mm. Welcome, then." he greets, clearing his throat which sounded just as sore as it felt. "Just oughta curiosity, what brought you all the way here? Any reason? Or just came along here and decided to join?"
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Negan had spent Christmas and Christmas Eve holed up in his cabin thanks to the fact he now had a cold. On the first day, he couldn't even bring himself out of his bed, his body was so sore. Now he couldn't stop coughing and sneezing. Fantastic. He'd been planning to make a move and kiss Evelyn under some mistletoe when no one else was around to make any funny comments on Christmas, and now that plan flew right out the window. The german shepherd emerged from his home and stomped into camp coughing into his red scarf, his eyes half lidded as he found himself already tired out. He hated this cold weather and he hated winter. "Aaahhh fuck." the salty canine grumbled to himself before bellowing out a loud sneeze, causing Negan to sit down with his ears pinned against the back of his head.
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[sub]Smelling the burnt pie, Negan crinkled his nose in distaste at the others practically drooling over the pastry. Did they really want that *? They must seriously be hungry if that was the case. Then he overheard what the problem was. Oh. Kate had made this for one particular person. A grin tugged on his lips as he watched the scene unfold. "Sounds like Kate's trying to hook up with you, Dean. She knows how to push your buttons right if she's trying to make you a pie. You are seriously not going to get any make out action if youre trying to correct her baking skills." he teases his tell-tale "son" before turning to look at the others. "Looks like you can dig in. Doubt Dean's gonna actually eat that gross *."
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Negan had his muzzle still covered against his red scarf, his eyelids looking heavy and tired since he was still struggling through a nasty cold. He convinced himself he was a tough guy and didint need to visit the medic cabin for any shit. He'd eventually get better. Even if sneezing and coughing so much sucked. The german shepherd sat in the back of the crowd and listened. "I said it before, but I'll hold a battle training session." the leather jacket wearing brute replied with a small swish of his tail.
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Negan... hadn't really had a proper conversation with Evelyn since the incident with her former husband. It certainly made the german shepherd a bit more cautious about approaching her. He figured she didint want her around for now, and he'd give her that distance. But Negan had been passing by when he heard the music playing from the cabin. It wasint often he heard instruments being played in the clan. The canine tilted his head in the direction and padded over to see what was going on, remaining seated at the mouth of the cabin, listening to her intently. "Good job. I'm glad youre just as I imagined you to be at music." Negan commented once she was finished, making his presence known. A faint amused smirk tugged at his lips. "Also... not sure if youre aware, but it aint Christmas anymore."(ooc- had to copy + paste this again since the other thread was locked, whoops x___x
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Negan was probably way too old for this kinda shit, since it was generally coined as a game played by teens, but he didint care either way. Evelyn was hosting it, and he wanted to see his clanmates embarrass themselves. He loved having blackmail on people. He came over and sat beside Evelyn to indicate he was also going to participate, grinning as he waited to see who would come along.
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