stuff 'n thangs.

Reverse starter call!

“I have some cookies left, do you want one?” 

“Sure, I’m sure Carl’d love one. What’s the occasion?”

@cfficerfriendly

“I’d be more inclined to help you if your shirt wasn’t covered in blood, but since it is? Well, I’m gonna keep my distance and you should find new clothes before the dead sniff you out.”

Rick glanced down in amusement. All this time and no one had ever pointed that to him -- fashion, it just wasn’t important. Still, his expression softened into a smile as he glanced back at the woman. “You never tried that before?” His accent was prominent in each word that he spoke. “Dead won’t even smell you if you’re covered in one of them. You blend right in.”

oh, you lie next to me, heart is b e a t i n g heavily there’s blood in your ear though ------- blood on your shirt. &&í͓t͓̰̼ͅͅ'͈͎̻̲ͅś͕̘̭͙͈̥ ̧̻͎̝ț̴͔̙̜͚͈̤o҉͇̬o̢̺͎̰̦̱̻ ͍̻̳͚͉̜l̴͙̣͍a̘͈̮̫̼̜ţ̟̯e̠̹̹̬̫ ̶̼̟̙t͎͎̣̻́ͅo̙̖͓ ̞s͓͖͉̮a͉̤̟͈̼̦̘ỵ̮̣̹̮̥̤͟ ̺̭̝͓̪̠̲y̴͓̩̣̬̼o͏̖̳͔̮͍̪ͅu̟̹͉̝͔͈̰'̺̖̲̩r̫̥e ̨͙̳͉̥̱̙͕s̱̀o̵͚̩r̡ṛ̥̜́y̭̝͕̬