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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Oh man, I haven't gone sled riding since I was, like, six or something," Andy replied with a smirk at the very thought. "But, uh, I'd be happy with a heavier coat and a pair of gloves, for now. Boots would be a bonus," he added. He appreciated the light tone in their conversation. Actually, save the prank on Dean - which, whild childish, did wonders for his mood - Andy hadn't had a light conversation in days. Everything was so dismal for him, between the leg and the drugs for it and all the confusion with Luna. This was nice. Leave it to a pink-haired chick to brighten Andy's day. Man, it was just like being back in Guthrie only with way more snow and a shitload of bad news he was pretending wasn't waiting in the wings to be recognized again.

"That's awesome. Where'd you get that color? Hot Topic or something? It's, like, really bright. Usually the chicks I see with pink hair, it's all faded and nasty," he pointed out. He failed to add in that usually it was matted, greasy, or in a poor excuse of dreadlocks. "Yeah, it's nice to get faces to names. I actually haven't met that many people, even though I've been here, like, a week or something. I've been laid up for most of it," he said, nodding down at his leg.

She mentioned racing on crutches and Andy had to laugh. "Shit, I'd fall over," he replied with a chuckle. He was still having hard enough a time getting used to using them just to walk, much less run. Then, she asked if he needed something and Andy gave a facial shrug and shook his head. "Nah, thanks. Not unless you've got some primo weed on you by chance. I just needed to get out and stretch my legs. I've got some wicked cabin fever, having been sitting in there pretty much useless for the past, like, four days or something. What brings you out in the cold?" he ventured.