[center]As those two rather mouthy little girls made their debut, Negan found his attention on them first and foremost. There were a lotta questions that ran through his head as he saw them - apparently having just woken up, and already acting high and mighty. That hunter lady had already taken up conversation with them as well, and they were already showing her the ropes of whatever it was they thought they could do. How cute. Kind of reminded him of Carl... only much, much younger.

Time to go shut 'em up, though. Last thing he needed was some overzealous little girls getting themselves killed, after all. 

[img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fe/57/6a/fe576add973e6af46dbf79d3dfdbbc4d.gif[/img]

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Now, are my ears gettin' stuffy in my old age..."[/b][/color] Negan said with his trademark smirk as he approached both Reimu and Marisa. His brows furrowed a bit as he looked them over. Did one of them have a... gun? And not just any gun, either. Some real fancy lookin' shit. Far bigger and balsier than the shit he had back in his own universe. At least the other one just seemed to be playing with a stick or something. Still, though, the smirk was indeed maintained, as was that usual air of smug confidence that he always radiated.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Or do I hear the sound of two little girls who are in WAY over their heads?"[/b][/color] Lucille was given a good twirl as he reached the two girls. Negan stood well over them, staring down at them with that same damn smirk. His brows lifted, clearly not taking them seriously despite the blonde one's massive gun. Instead, all he did was plant his beloved bat's business end right on the ground, right in front of his feet. And then Negan leaned forward on her in the most condescending manner possible, staring down at them all the while.

[color=9e0b0f][b]" 'Cuz I hate to break it to ya, but this ain't exactly kickball on the playground."[/b][/color]

[@megar] [@phi] [@Lazaro1505]
[/center]