That's better. [He chuckles, smug as fuck as per usual. Negan turns and he grabs the knife from the table.] Might need this.
[He sets it on the counter with some distance between Carl and the chair before he sits back down. He puts Lucille back down. He lets his bare hand hang so he can idly pay the pup some attention. It's not domestic. Not really. Not with Carl knowing even the basics of Negan. It's a bastardization of a happy morning, a mockery of the very idea. Negan watches Carl in passing—he's also looking around, getting a better idea of the layout with more light to do so because he isn't from Hannibal, he can't see everything in black voids.]
Are you...the hell they call it? Are you Registered?
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[He sets it on the counter with some distance between Carl and the chair before he sits back down. He puts Lucille back down. He lets his bare hand hang so he can idly pay the pup some attention. It's not domestic. Not really. Not with Carl knowing even the basics of Negan. It's a bastardization of a happy morning, a mockery of the very idea. Negan watches Carl in passing—he's also looking around, getting a better idea of the layout with more light to do so because he isn't from Hannibal, he can't see everything in black voids.]
Are you...the hell they call it? Are you Registered?
[Genuine question. Imagine that.]