He seems less... throat punchy than his brother.
Good pick, @LevelUpDead.
-- field.
Beautiful greens, golden yellows and pops of purple.
Damn... @LevelUpDead would have loved seeing this.}
{quietly} But you won't, Thea. Not for a long /long/ time.
@YerOldPalMerle @InsipidSongbird @HisBlindSpot
-- of manners rule against going inside the home of those who were pissed at you and taking a nap.}
You know what? I'm just going to wait outside!
{Flinching as his voice echoed in the empty space, he stepped back on to the porch and sank to a seat, staring out across the --
-- {A fight? A battle? A good reason for @YerOldPalMerle not to grab the closest weapon and try and kill him Double Dead?}
Hello?
{Gaze landing on the oh-so-inviting looking sofa just inside, he held his ground and nipped his lip, pretty certain there was some kind --
-- without an invitation.}
The White Robes sent me here. There's...
{Falling silent for a beat, he floundered, trying to think of how in the world to explain his presence that didn't make him sound like either a stalker or a looney toon.}
There's a... Well. --
-- baking them would do nothing but add insult to injury.}
What's the most apologetic muffin anyway? Oatmeal? {clearing his throat} Merle? Beth? It's me. Michael. Is anyone...
{Brow lifting as the door swung slowly open, he hovered at the threshold, loathe to step in --
-- hand and knocked at the farmhouse door, trying to think of some kind of apology that suited shooting @InsipidSongbird, wildly curious as to whether, if he concentrated hard enough, being Dead might mean he could conjure a muffin basket out of thin air.
God knows --
-- idly wondering if @LevelUpDead being with @YerOldPalMerle's younger brother would buy him any kind of mercy.}
Because we're practically family! And family doesn't put family's heads through the wall. {mumbling} Usually.
{Stepping up to the front door, he lifted a --
-- snap people's necks like twigs.'
{blinking} /Usually/?
'I must be off! Do say hello to Mister Dixon for me!'
Wait! Don't...
{Heart plummeting to his boots as the White Robe vanished in a swirl of golden shimmer and a chorus of high whole notes, he sighed, --
Well, on the bright side, odds are pretty good Merle can't kill me! {hesitantly} Right?
{Rooted to the spot, he side eyed the White Robe, panic started to ratchet up at the angel's vacant nod.} /Right/?
'Mister Dixon and his family are very happy. Happy people don't usually --
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-- being with someone who made her happy; the idea lifting a weight from his shoulders, he ticked over @SoManyArrows name in his head --
-- the confidence and faith to believe in himself in him."
{A warm smile stealing across his face at the thought of @LevelUpDead --
-- "Daryl Dixon. They're a well matched pair. He's inspired her to take risks, to be strong and trust. And she seems to have inspired --
-- She's with someone."
That's... Wait. {wide eyed} /With/ with? Are you telling me my sister has a boyfriend? What's his name? --
-- his head, flinching at the thought of @LevelUpDead and what his sister must think of him.} Can I ask...?
"Miss Bauer's fine. --
-- least for the moment, still intact nose.} You don't need me for this. I'm not a fighter. I... I gave up.
{Blinking, he ducked his --