Looking back at old likes and reminisced on this Gem. haha
An au off of an walking dead au thing here. He would cut off his arm if it come to that.
I have good friends.
The Beat up Flower crown craze.
Basil- best wishes
Babies Breath- everlasting love
The words that the RED spoke were so quiet Barrell almost had to ask him to speak up a bit, but realized it was to keep from awaking his sleeping teammates. He looked up at the man he helped off the floor and gazed at his face to see those familiar squared frames, he knew instantly…
"Um, yeah… I do." He stammered while looking at Taylor and how clearly he wore his worry, Barrell could even feel how on edge the poor doctor was and couldn’t help but feel uneasy as well. He waved his hand so that the other would follow him through the dimly lit winding hall, back to the workshop. At least the walls there were thicker.
"You know, you don’t have to be so cautious, it’s pretty clear of others here. Many of the BLU’s actually have a good sleeping habit too, I’ve been thankful for it myself." He said lightheartedly, trying to ease the tension as he reached to unlock the door and swing it open for his guest.
"Go on in, just mind your steps of all the… Ah, clutter."
“Poison, really now? Well that’s certainly something.”
Barrell never took Taylor for being one to threaten others, no matter the situation, it was an awkward thought. Hell this whole happenstance is an awkward ordeal seeing him taking plans to shove down his somewhat expensive…
"I’m not much to investigate, don’t have much of a life you know. I can’t see why you would bother, wasting your precious time, but if it makes you happy I’m glad to help out."
He really couldn’t care less what Winsor wanted to do. Ransack his room, kill him? Been there, done that, old news.
"So are you done with all… This? Had your fun for the day?"