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First Bullet || There's a lightning storm each and every night || [Open]
[The journal lies open on the beside table, but the sleepy former Deputy doesn't notice it.]
Lori? Hey Lori? Do y'think we can have fried eggs for breakfast?
[Rick mumbles sleepily as he rolls over snuzzling against the figure next to him. Right. No more eggs. They weren't on Hershel's farm anymore, they were on the road again...
He sighs through his nose and buries his face against what he believes is his wife's neck, pressing his body more comfortably against her back. Normally, he wouldn't bother asking, but... this morning he's oddly comfortable and feels rested. With a kiss placed to the back of the figure he's currently cuddled up with's ear he whispers.]
Carl's still asleep, what do ya say we make the best of our time alone?
[There's a rustling from next to Rick, before a loud, angry redneck drawl.]
WHAT THE DAMN HELL?!
((This post is open over the journal. And Daryl will very likely be threadjacking.))
Lori? Hey Lori? Do y'think we can have fried eggs for breakfast?
[Rick mumbles sleepily as he rolls over snuzzling against the figure next to him. Right. No more eggs. They weren't on Hershel's farm anymore, they were on the road again...
He sighs through his nose and buries his face against what he believes is his wife's neck, pressing his body more comfortably against her back. Normally, he wouldn't bother asking, but... this morning he's oddly comfortable and feels rested. With a kiss placed to the back of the figure he's currently cuddled up with's ear he whispers.]
Carl's still asleep, what do ya say we make the best of our time alone?
[There's a rustling from next to Rick, before a loud, angry redneck drawl.]
WHAT THE DAMN HELL?!
((This post is open over the journal. And Daryl will very likely be threadjacking.))