#if those two s.aviors didn't know they were fckn they sure do now lol

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The leader's tall form looms over two shorter Saviors in one of the Sanctuary's many narrow hallways, discussing a mishap in low tones. Negan's own voice sounds stern, but not yet angry.

"... Well if neither of you know what the fuck happened, then go find me someone who does. It's our guarantee to those people, and our own people, that we give them roads safe from the dead to travel on to get us our shit; I can't have incompetent assholes out there screwing up redirect-- ho-ly shit."

He's abruptly cut off by the sting of a swift slap across his left asscheek, his free hand flying back to cover the assaulted area. He's ready to be pissed all the fucking way off until he, and the other two men, see Rick walk right past them, continuing down the corridor like nothing happened. The asshole doesn't make a single glance back, and he doesn't have to; he knows exactly what he just did.

Both Saviors however seem to be waiting warily for Negan's reaction, to bear the brunt of any misdirected anger, but the initial grimace on his face is quick to fade.

"Oh." Instead he chuckles, lifting Lucille onto his shoulder as he continues to watch Rick go. That walk. Lips split into a grin, and he sounds damn near giddy. "I am going to be having a real good fucking time tonight."