Eric
"WHOA."
Eric takes his paw off of the body and zips towards Negan's face, staring him dead in the eyes as he hovers directly in front of the human. His eyes are wide in shock.
"I love the compliment, but WHOA. LANGUAGE. There are kids here, my friend. You don't want them saying anything like that. The only S-word YOU should care about," the creature pokes Negan in the chest, "is sanitation. You should handle injuries with clean hands, understand? Now help me get the people with pulses to that camp over there. Careful with them, they might have broken bones. Wouldn't wanna accidentally snap a neck now, would we?"
The Espeon carefully ties his scarf around one of the bodies, using it as a neck brace as he pulls another, longer piece of fabric from his bag and wraps it around their chest with his Psychic, slowly but surely using it to pull them into the air and towards the camp. Once he's there, he smiles at Hershel and All Might. "Greetings, my two-legged compatriots! Did somebody call for a medic?"
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