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⠀⠀⠀✇ ┇ ➴⠀⠀ ❛Trust is not in my nature.❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❧⠀∫ ⠀❲Dᴀʀʏʟ’s ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇsᴛ ʙ̶ʀ̶ᴏ̶ᴛ̶ʜ̶ᴇ̶ʀ.❳ 

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ⅅixon. ↫ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀✇ ┇ ➴⠀⠀ ❛Trust is not in my nature.❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❧⠀∫ ⠀❲Dᴀʀʏʟ’s ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇsᴛ ʙ̶ʀ̶ᴏ̶ᴛ̶ʜ̶ᴇ̶ʀ.❳ 

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“Yeah, it's pretty obvious.” His muse was gentle, refilling his glass without much of a thought to it.


Eli never winced. His jaw slacked, swallowing the harsh liquor with his features never flinching. “Good?”


“Good,” The neck of the bottle tipped, and the gunman emptied out the contents into glasses.


Good point. Guess he's just better at being accepting of his habit.


Unscrews the cap to his whiskey. “Hope you aren't picky,”


—. I miss you.


—. Gunman


He's just happy it's the night time. Even if it the most dangerous.


Very. Eli was a bit quiet, but dangerous when provoked—sporting dirty clothes from days of trekking. “You gotta name?”

“Strange. . .” Daryl had become a man that Paul had grown fond of—despite the odds. He was curious to see if Eli would be different.



“He doesn't mention us a lot.” Elijah knew it, and often liked to reassure people that it happened. He yawns, removing his beanie.

How brave. Paul decided to sit down by the man; curious. They hadn't actually spoke before. “Daryl never mentioned you. . .”



“I am sure.” Both brows arched, resting the cloth on his nape like a burdened man after a heat stroke.

“Are you sure?” Well, Rick was right—Elijah certainly was just as stubborn as his older brother. . .At least he was polite-ish.



“Ah. . No need to do that.” Elijah rubbed his upper lip, unable to supress the sweat that glistened.

“I have half a water bottle left. . .Do you want some?” Most would be greedy with their supplies, but Paul here was a kind soul.



Catches it lazily. He didn't do well in the summer.

Tosses him a rag to help with the sweat. That's all he can do.



Pats his forehead. It's too damn hot.


Yawns. Another hot ass morning.


“What. . The hell. .”


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