|| After leaving the children at Wellington, Kenny contemplates the rest of his future. He decides to help strangers find Wellington to get supplies, or he helps strangers look for their lost relatives or friends, and Kenny finds meaning through the people he comes into contact with. Some of those people end up staying with him. With their help, Kenny learns patience, compassion and he finds peace. If you want to befriend him or ask him questions, he’ll welcome you with open arms. || Home/Ask/Rules

Send an ask describing what you think my character smells like.

nice characters are good and important and strong

nice characters are not in any way inherently less interesting or complex or cool or badass than asshole characters

nice characters who go through hell and still remain good and kind and compassionate are so so strong

nice characters are not weak or boring or less badass, nice characters are awesome.

Sounds like a personal problem to me. Of the pussy-variety.

-And even if he doesn’t admit it aloud, it’s a little refreshing to come across a woman with a regular old pre-apocalyptic fear. Definitely an interesting change from the typical meeting with brutes who’d sooner smash his face in for barking up the wrong tree than dare show fear.-

Welp, I know what Santa Claus is bringin’ you~ -He’s probably joking. Probably.-

     "'Santa Claus' sure as heck better not, or he's gettin' a candy cane shoved up his rump."

     It's possible he's lying, but when it comes to mice, Edith doesn't take chances. She knows it's a silly fear to have these days, all things considered, but there's a reason they say old habits die hard.

     "'Santa Claus' also oughta scrub those chompers of his better after he eats dinner, because I'm still smellin' leek stew a good four hours after the mess hall closed."

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My muse suddenly gives the cutest sneeze, send me your muses reaction!

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"… Got any more room in there? Jus’ caught some fresh meat today if it’ll help change yer mind.”

     Edith leaned against the railing, squinting down at the newcomer. Conveniently enough for him, they did have room, but... something about him, that she couldn't quite put her finger on, seemed a little off.

     "That's close enough, fella."

     "You say you got what, there, now?"

Bemidji, MN - Jeff Russo