[ His scowl and sarcasm is ever present, and his eye twitches a bit when she touches his hat. That’s his hat. Negs doesn’t have the energy to thwack her with a mallet for that of the petname, so he instead takes to angrily fixing his cap with a grumble.
His hideout is a bit of a dump, but then, what do you expect? It’s spacious but he sure as Walt isn’t the type who entertains, so the interior is a bit barren and messy. Crates, strewn-about blueprints, a Darkwing Duck dartboard covered with bullet holes… the works.
He shuts the door behind him and stalks over to a dilapidated recliner, dropping down with a sigh and a creak. ]
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[ His scowl and sarcasm is ever present, and his eye twitches a bit when she touches his hat. That’s his hat. Negs doesn’t have the energy to thwack her with a mallet for that of the petname, so he instead takes to angrily fixing his cap with a grumble.
His hideout is a bit of a dump, but then, what do you expect? It’s spacious but he sure as Walt isn’t the type who entertains, so the interior is a bit barren and messy. Crates, strewn-about blueprints, a Darkwing Duck dartboard covered with bullet holes… the works.
He shuts the door behind him and stalks over to a dilapidated recliner, dropping down with a sigh and a creak. ]
Whadja bring, then? A kick in the teeth?