[A Negan needs no sympathy X( But if he was adjusting well, he might not have found Carl's place and let himself in. Here he is, though, staring at a group of folks who are definitely not the bitey type. A few of them could probably use a kiss from Lucille, but. That's just how humanity operates.
He turns when the plate hits the table.
He blinks. He leans forward.
They have, all of them, at one point in time, had to stomach what they never would have imagined before the world went to shit. Packaged goods way past expiration date. Veggies and fruits shoved into mouths with no thoughts given to washing them. Even raw eggs sucked straight out of their shells. And worse, always, always there was someone who'd had it worse. Or who'd gone after worse and grew a taste for human flesh.
Negan peers at the horrible excuse for breakfast a few more moments.
He leans Lucille against the chair again, removes his usual one glove, and starts to separate what's properly done of the bacon from the rawer bit.]
That daddy of yours taught you to cook this way, kid?
[Not poorly. Poorly on purpose. There's a message here, and it's not that Carl's just too fucking stupid to cook some bacon and eggs straight through. It's that little spark of fight Rick held onto even with his face spattered with friend residue. That spark willing to shoot at Saviors and talk after. Negan pops the extra crispy section in his mouth and looks up at Carl, expecting an answer and giving away absolutely no signs of distaste about this Breakfast of Assholes.]
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He turns when the plate hits the table.
He blinks. He leans forward.
They have, all of them, at one point in time, had to stomach what they never would have imagined before the world went to shit. Packaged goods way past expiration date. Veggies and fruits shoved into mouths with no thoughts given to washing them. Even raw eggs sucked straight out of their shells. And worse, always, always there was someone who'd had it worse. Or who'd gone after worse and grew a taste for human flesh.
Negan peers at the horrible excuse for breakfast a few more moments.
He leans Lucille against the chair again, removes his usual one glove, and starts to separate what's properly done of the bacon from the rawer bit.]
That daddy of yours taught you to cook this way, kid?
[Not poorly. Poorly on purpose. There's a message here, and it's not that Carl's just too fucking stupid to cook some bacon and eggs straight through. It's that little spark of fight Rick held onto even with his face spattered with friend residue. That spark willing to shoot at Saviors and talk after. Negan pops the extra crispy section in his mouth and looks up at Carl, expecting an answer and giving away absolutely no signs of distaste about this Breakfast of Assholes.]