Re: TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham)
Shane grunted. He came closer to the woman in her obnoxious dress, but reached over her to pluck a dirty green t-shirt from the chair kicked askew that his own shit sat on. It might have looked intimidating, the approach, big man, grim faceābut it wasn't meant to. Shane was just irritated and half-naked, and she wouldn't fucking move. Silently, he slipped the thing on over his head in a shush of blended cotton and blood.
After a beat, he settled his weight with a creak on the bottom bunk, and reached out to drag his boots over and strap them on. He didn't say anything for a long moment as Clementine acted out the entitled charade Shane was sure was bred into rich fucks like her. He sniffed, ran a hand through the rough shortness of his hair, and looked up at her.
"Not a problem with you, Peaches. A problem with Lorelei. You look just like her. It's fucking manipulative. He can't tell who you are. Not too fucking hard to see that, yeah?"